Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, so if you can't read this, then please don't. :)
Broken lights
Chilly nights
Count to three
You'll be free
No more tears
No more fears
No more words
To make you hurt
No judging eyes
Beg your demise
No mocking laughs
You see your path
No numb emotions
No great commotion
Just imperfection
In your complection
Just one more step
And you're all set
Three, two, one and the magic begins...
Goodbye world, goodbye sins.
And once again, a mirror killed
Another girl, her doom fulfilled
Though mirrors lack mouths to speak
You swear, their laughs are full of bleak
They sharpen every crooked feature
And leave you gasping, someone bleach her
They force you to judge your very skin
And leave you ignoring what lies within
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Hearts race, eyes close, you always knew
The mirror always says, "Not you."
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