I'm sorry you don't see the real me, so hidden in and so clearly gone you believe and embrace the fake, in turn I take and remake it until I'm no longer needed. Forgive me for understanding that I'm a last choice, I get the point, I know, I know. Lost in a world of labels and filters, keeping in mind I'll forever be in shivers, told my self it's going to get better than this, can't even believe in this **** anymore. Told myself again it will be alright, don't lose the might, don't lose the fight, your not sick, it's all in your mind, numb yourself with cloaks of hatred and you will make it. Your years of tears were meaningless and your bipolar makes you colder. Weak knees, and spilled milk give no reason for your unnecessary treason. My body is my country, and I wage war on it. My internal afflictions are my muse, and your pain my inspiration. Desperation, to see the brighter side but my eyes are blind and this prison I call my mind will not let me die. I want to die, **** the feeling, **** the sound of the voices of Damien, and the two ******* with the same vision and the water rising around my decisions, suffocating the right to listen to the small girl in her cage. She claws like a animal who had freedom, but lost it to the name of love.