Creature that is me

Does it matter who's in the mirror anymore?
 
I can't believe that it's me.
 
How did I become this way?
 
Crazy and insane
 
Deep down inside who am I?
 
I rip the skin that is supposed to be mine
 
Trying to get the person who is me out.
 
But in ths end does it matter?
 
They never see.
 
They don't know.
 
They only care about themselves and I'm stuck here.
 
My family can't see my tears that are ripping me apart.
 
My friends can't see the smile that's killing my heart.
 
Strangers see a smiling girl.
 
But once you enter in there's nothing you can do
 
There are things that seem okay.
 
There are thing that should be taken away.
 
I'm just in pain.
 
I can't anymore. 
The gun to my head and my voices are saying pull the trigger bitch.
 
I can't anymore there's nothing holding me back.
 
It's time
 
I see the light.
 
His face and his hand out for me to grab
 
This time he's mine to hold
 
I'm never letting go.
 
Friend that saw death only you know.
 
You're mine to hold.

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