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Nicci Wilson Apr 2013
Who is that girl? The one they call Nobody, the one who owns a heart of bleeding glass
Gazing at the other girl, the girl that isn't sitting alone
Girl with skin like porcelain, she has the eyes of emerald trees
Grin from the deepest sea's pearls and a laugh that spreads like a disease
She just looks at you once and just like that, she's every every problem's cure

She has everything… and Nobody wants to be like her.
Eating is no longer allowed, she'd rather be away
Shoves her fingers down her throat to make herself okay
She watches herself die and become a mess
She drowns in her tears, because she isnt seeing any success.

Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Quickly, her figure turns to nothing but her bones
She fights for beauty, its a battle for the throne

Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
She learned it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
But, she still somehow managed to hide from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.

Final thoughts inside her head scream through the tattered skies
She had never reached her goal, the one that caused her to cry.
They never understood how the torture was so rough
and how She was never beautiful… not beautiful enough

— The End —