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Painting smiles on old porcelain dolls,
Their hostile sneers remind you of home,
You don't belong anywhere; you simply exist,
And you wonder how the happiness ran away.

He draws out an image on his skin,
He lets out his emotions with a blade,
He drifts here and there, he can't stop,
He just floats like a dreamer in this fairy tale.

She picks up the bottle and puts down the pen,
The pain is too much and it won't go away,
Drink away the nightmares, then drink away the guilt,
She wants an escape from this living hell.

I swallow the pills with my poison of choice,
Slumped in a bathtub with deep incisions,
I drop the empty vodka bottle to the floor,
It would appear that my heart has stopped.