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A Shell

A Shell

By sociophobic

As her soul crumbles,
and her life falls to pieces,
as her mind tumbles,
her will to live decreases.

Day by day,
life becomes a chore.
She has to be fake,
so smile some more.

So she puts on a smile,
and holds up her head.
Just a little while,
and then she'll be dead.

The cuts on her hips,
damn well show,
she doesn't want to live,
not as a freak show.

She might as well die,
bleed in a bathtub.
No one would cry,
why would they give a fuck.

It's not like she matters.
It's not like they care.
All they care for is manners,
as well as clean hair.

She's not worth your breath,
so spare it please.
She just wants death,
not to hear of your sleaze.

This is goodbye.
A concept not new.
She was too shy,
so she wrote it to you.

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Posted:
10 Jun, 2013
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