I look at you...but you never see...i break with every thought...but then again that could just be the bipolar talking not me....I'm trying not to sink...
you look at me and see selfishness...i look at me and i cant stand the person staring back at me....i hate her...but you love her...
Am patiently waiting for you to learn to hate me in every small way...the point when i seem to make less sense to you rather i irritate you..
rather than you finding peace with me... I only irrigate your anger....flourish your hatred...the putrid person i am you will hate....
Sometimes i wanna just make it clear its not my fault rather its just that i have no more lithium.....I'm not trying to be someone am not...am just trying not to relive the past...i don't wanna sink as far as i did...
When there's a full moon in my eyes...there's clouds beneath yours....i try and find a way to crack the shell but you have vaults all over...
Am not a locksmith but i wonder if i even have the key to your front door??
You try and explain the term friendship and we are both looking for imperfect ideals even though we emulate a perfect picture...respecting the worlds view of our happiness what about our own??
Am not perfect.... I have major flaws..I am indecent incandescent....I am the girl at the corner of the road broken in pieces...with my smile being dragged behind my shadow....
You will learn that am not ordinary, the facade that we throw on to mask our true selves wears thin after a while... There's only so much you can try to be....there's so much that i am not....
even though you deny it...i make comparisons.... "Coulda been's, woulda work'd, almost hapn'd, past mistakes...past truths..." all of them compared to the girl looking back at me in the mirror are all way much more...
i see the scars on me and i think there's no point in trying to keep from the blade...... I see how u look at them and you have the look of disgust and disgrace....my pedestal is on ground level in comparison to the rest... I have no meaning...not when all the rest have pedestals closer to heaven....
My scars tell stories...probably much more than you will ever know or care to understand.....
The mirror is my worst enemy...it screams at me every morning..."ugly" even when you think i like how i look...you never see past the mystery these broken eyes hold.....
Like glass on a mantle piece...like a flower in a tilted vase....i sit. i perch myself.....i need no help when am crying and reaching out for you...
When i fall to the floor JESUS will not let me....
Am not a diamond...am not even a shiny stone...am just the speck of mud on your boot you wipe away with disgust...
Look at me...no....See me...and you'll realize you have and are wasting your time.....
*..............Br0k3n c0rps3........*
CUT CUT CUT CUT.....
bLEEEEDING TOOO MUCH.......*
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