Alone I am nothing, and I hate being nothing.
But still I am always alone, even around others.
Conceited fools, they never even notice me.
Dashing eyes look my way yet none truly fall upon me.
Either I am repulsive or just have a huge personality flaw, but which one is it?
False faces and sunny dispositions I posses fool them all into thinking I'm truly "peachy keen".
Gazing into the top of the white spotted prison I hid my tears.
Haunting, even now, is this feeling that brings shivers down my spine.
Idiots!
Jabbering on like nothings wrong, my heart's about to break.
Kill me while you have the chance, I'll be screaming in my head.
Loveless and depressed I'll sit around those "fools" referring to them as my friends.
Minutes turn to hours, as those turn to days.
No one will listen!
Opened to nothing my heart will burn, closed my hate will grow, don't leave me this way!
Please help, do something!
Quit looking and speak, I'm failing to breathe.
Resorting to a silent suicide I place the shimmering blade on my skin.
Slicing, mutalating, cutting, it goes so deep!
Tainted hated blood overflowing its river falling to the ground.
Unbearable are these gusts of pain flying to the edges of my soul.
Vintage memories long forgotten erupt inside my head.
Weakness has been my only strength, now it ends!
X'ing out my existence, never to be more.
Yet I have become what I most hated, I have become "nothing".
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