Why should I live, when I'm downing in tears? Why should I try, when I'm face to face with my fears? I scream but no one hears, I'm behind a glass door in a room made of mirrors. If mirrors showed how we were on the inside.. What would we see? How would we feel? I would need someone to heal, heal me from my emotions. Heal me from my pain. Heal me from myself, for I am going insane. Cut to the wrist and let the color pour. Everyone sees in black and white, nothing more. A world where things are taken, never given. We accept society's better judgement and keep on living. Why should I live in a world that I despise? It's like looking through glasses when I have crystal clear eyes.
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