How beautiful a thing, to die.
And you, my dear, are living a lie.
Which leads me to believe you deserve no less.
Oh darling, put away that knife
You know you're not about to take you're life.
Who do you think you're fooling?
Now wash that mascara from you're face,
A drama queen who has lost her place.
Faking isn't ignorance, until you believe.
That blood isn't what you desire
You're lust of death has lost it's fire...
And you're not fooling anyone.
Tear that note, it was trash anyways.
Mindless self-indulgence giving yourself praise,
As if anyone cares if you will "miss" them.
Now gather the photo's spread on the floor...
Pile them neatly and open the door.
Honestly, you're far too much to handle.
My sweetheart, you've already been scarred,
No longer do you need to carve.
You have the marks to prove your mental state.
No questions would ever be asked
As to why you felt this was you're task.
But we both know you're too afraid.
The twinkle in you're eye has dimmed,
And life is seeming better lived...
At least for ten more minutes.
How silly to put on this show for me.
I'm not going to be afraid of what I see...
You're not as believable as you think.
You crave attention through the flesh,
By making wounds that keep so fresh,
But, dearest, we both know the truth.
So, walk away from that mirror.
Stop studying the trickling of every tear.
You're failing miserably at this role.
The knife cannot save you from reality.
And you won't give it a chance, it's easy to see.
So why not put it down?
Oh lovely, you're so cute when you believe your lies...
Don't tell me that you're serious this time.
I won't believe you till I see it.
How dramatic this epic scene,
With life lived through our dreams...
And if you were going to die, it'd be done by now.
Who do you think you fooled?
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