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Controlled by those above me,
Yet still, those below me admire,
Every inch of my scarred skin,
From self-inflicted wounds.

I am a nothing but a pale ghost,
Dressed in rags of the purest white,
I drift and float and fade away,
I’m always unnoticed.

My tears mix with blood that drips down,
My dark hair falls over my face,
Pale, shaking fingers let the blade slip,
And somehow, I begin to smile.

I close my eyes and find unwanted sleep,
The nightmares haunt me not matter how hard I fight,
Even when I’m awake, I’m trapped, cornered,
I realised my only escape is death.