Happy Deathday

Hold my head high,

While inside I'm waiting to die,

A haze of depression sheilds me from real life,

The only thing I can feel is the edge of the knife,

I hurt myself so that I can feel something,

While I'm surrounded by gleaming white nothing,

Black edged eyes,

Smeared as she cries,

Fade to grey,

Happy goddamn deathday.

The End

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