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Masks please the eye,
Tears he heart.
You just need to smile wide,
They'll forget your broken part.

Never remove that mask,
They'll try to tear you to pieces.
For you it would be such an easy task,
To finally get even.

You want revenge for it all,
Especially for being born.
Raise your chin-try to stand tall,
They'll never understand why you're torn.

They see as far as you show them,
Don't you shed a tear.
If you told them the problem,
They'd simply run in fear.

It will never be fair,
They'll never feel your pain.
All the screaming and the fighting,
Your efforts are made in vain.

The satisfaction from the blood you shed,
They'll claim you're mentally insane.
No matter what's happening in your head,
Watch the red flow down the drain.

You can only hide it for so long,
The wounds will open and overflow.
There's no more difference from right or wrong,
How can you let them know?

Will they care when you leave that note,
When you take your final breath?
Will they know your real smile,
As you're quickly greeted by death?

They had no chance to save you,
But damn they didn't even try.
I wonder what they'd do,
If they ever saw you die.

How can they say they care,
A smile dancing on their lips?
Tell them if you dare,
It will be their blood that next drips.

You think about the last scene,
Who you'll have around.
You picture your last dream,
Who will be there to see you unwound.

You see death's beautiful face,
His soothing words as he steals your air.
So sly he'll never leave a trace,
You'll leave everyone to stand and stare.

They are in so much pain now,
All because you decided to go.
Please-feel free to take a bow,
Now they all know.

They are clueless of the life,
You so desperately wanted to end.
Introducing your skin to your knife,
They see the message you tried to send.

You walk into the fiery depths of hell,
Just to meet the devil with a grin.
In your first words to him you tell,
That you always knew he'd win.

He greets you with a smirk,
He'd been expecting you for a while.
You admit it took some work,
Giving in had never been your style.

The flames leaping at your face,
You sense a sudden realization.
This is a terribly calming place,
The single purpose of your creation.

Hell brings to you the harmony,
You could never find on Earth.
Finally you can guarantee,
You no longer hate your birth.
 - Jessie Stowers - 15
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