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Ugly Innocence

I wish I could wash away
Every inch
Every pore
Every fragment
Wrinkles and more
From my face
I hate it
I hate the way I look
The things I can’t change
I can try and rearranged
The shape
My face
I’d like nothing more
Than to rip it away
I hate my flesh
I hate my bones
I hate my blood
As it grows cold
I’m tired of my lungs
I’m tired of air
I don’t care
I hate what I wear
I hate my body and skin
Maybe I should just let the mirrors win
The voices
The choices
I want to wash myself clean
Of the stains
I want a brand new me
New blood flowing through my veins
I know it’s impossible
It’s not something is forget
I just have no options left
I am so ugly
To me
Myself
I don’t deserve a soul
Fore I am as ugly of an existence
As I am as a being

(2014)

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