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[lack of personality]

[[I'm not a poet, but me and my friend wrote this from...boredom. The parts in italics she wrote.]]

You're beautiful,
Aren't you?
Yet you see what you want
And hide what you hate
-It's a bit sickening-
And everything is perfect,
Isn't it?
But they don't know
What's behind closed doors
-That's how I want it-
And it's all just fun and games,
Isn't it?
They never notice it
Spilled blood over the bathroom floor
-I clean up my mess-
But you're sick of living,
Will you deny it?
I can see it in your eyes
The fire dulling for life
-But no one else does-
What's so wonderful about death?
Why can't you try to live life?
Why does Hell make you so happy?
Do you regret this life?
-It's just getting so old-
I love you my dear,
But you're too blind to see
This life that you're living
Will be the death of me
-At least we'll be together-
I don't want that
I want to live and love
And see the light of tomorrow
With you with me
-Please don't cry-
I know the truth,
Do you want to hear it?
No matter how great it is
You've already seen Hell
-And lived to tell the story-