Disappear
Chains, chains, they hold me down
Paint my face pretty like a clown
But my body feels empty like a ghost town.
Water fills my lungs so I can't speak,
Everyone thinks I'm just a freak,
Body as old as an antique.
My skin is very young,
But my bones decide my home.
Oh how silent is my tongue,
But oh how my thoughts roam.
Transparency - a ghost,
No one cares to know who I am.
Striving to live but never coming close,
Why should I keep giving a damn?
I see myself as disposable,
Worthless is supposable.
Meaningless and trash,
I'll disappear in a flash.
No one will find me, no one at all.
Just paint me pretty like a glass doll,
Wear a mask instead of bawl.
I'm held down by these chains, But no one hears my cries.
Drag the blade across my veins,
Let me be one with the flies.
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