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Did you think about me when you vanished? Did you pause to consider my tears? Maybe you don't know this, And maybe I shouldn't say, But I've cried myself dry for you I've bled for you I've pleaded Prayed But you're still gone. The Goddess of Wisdom should know better. You abandoned me. You left me Are you happy now? You should be If you have no heart.

The thing that no one knows about her The things that no one sees Are the things that create her And are what she's meant to be She'll wake up to a mother saying "Take your pill" And she'll drag herself downstairs And obey, against her will The hours at the counselor's The minutes with the psych, Don't begin to begin to help with her Overwhelming fight Despite the fact that she can stand Over 6 feet tall, She feels at though she is Really rather small She looks at all the scars And adds more every day She thinks to herself, every hour, "Why am I this way?"

Bone and muscle stare back at me through empty sockets. What little skin that's still on it is rotting away. But wait...I'm looking into my bathroom mirror. That monster isn't me...it can't be me... I steal a quick glance down at my hands. No, I'm not rotting away like the monster in the mirror. I look back up, thinking maybe I'm just sleep-deprived and hallucinating. No, the monster is still there. The lights flicker, drawing my attention upwards. A black, tar-like substance is oozing from the crack in the ceiling above and behind me. It materializes into a hand, which reaches for me, clutching with cold fingers onto the back of my skull