I tear holes into my face
Knowing that they will soon be scars
I look at my reflection
And say “this is who you are”
“You don’t deserve to be pretty”
“You’re a monster inside”
“You’re hideous, you’re ugly”
“When they said you’re not, they lied”
And they know who I am
Know what I become
But only the ones that come close
And there are only some
I feed on the ones I love
They hear me scream, and feel my breath
Breathing down their necks
It feels like death
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