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Shaking, shivering at the thought

The girl in the mirror is ugly-

Tell me that is really what I am not

Close my eyes, saying to myself when they open I will see a perfect, beautiful reflection

No! Still the same horrid, blood-stained complextion

Get it out, chase it away!

Hands cold as ice,

Memories fade

As soon as the problem starts,

I run to the blade

Heart that is empty, and cannot be fed

All that is there to show for it is the crimson that has been bled

Do I really have a soul or is that gone too?

Am I really living or am I through?

Silent tears and paper hearts

They bleed too, when they are ripped apart

Do not take me by the hands only to play your games

Here is your warning, I do not live that way

I cannot love you because of my fears

Especially the one of abandonment,

That causes many tears

Shaking, shivering at the thought

Tell me this girl in the mirror - is something I am not