Opheliac
Hillary the Ohpeliac,
The girl with a beautiful soul
She’s into self-destruction,
I’m fascinated by this role.
She looks at skinny as a flaw
I can’t even see why
Beauty comes in all forms
All shapes and size
She believes she is ugly
And that is not the case
Because when I look at her
I see a beautiful face
When you look at her arms
You’re surprised to see
Patterns cut into her skin
Reminds me of me
She won’t change
It’s okay though
I love this girl
No matter how deep the wounds go
Scars are reminders
And pain is real
I understand what you are
I know how you feel
Consumed by your demons
Entertained by the ghost
If she ever needs comfort
Her thoughts I will host
Opheliac we all are
Consumed by our insanity
But being able to live through it
That’s a part of our humanity
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