Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul

Part 27

I can't go on like this anymore.
I can't handle lying to you anymore.
I can't stand looking in the mirror and seeing a dissapointment
And a ugly girl.
I can't believe what I do to myself behind locked doors with blades.
I cat stand faking a smile
And saying I'm fine.
I give up.
I'm sorry.
Don't give your pity or anything.
Don't say things at my funeral
That you wouldn't say to me.
Just forget me.
Please.
It's for the best...