As I Suffocate they 
free me from my 
hidden state of 
mind because 
now they see 
me and now they 
know why I suffer 
I suffer every day 
with hidden shards 
of glass poking at 
me and little demons 
pulling strings that 
should never be pulled 
I am dying, I am done 
I am finished producing 
that plastic smile and 
those prolific laughs 
that came from nowhere 
and seem to never end 
Go ahead, ask me again
Ask the sick girl if she's okay 
She's not and will never be 
You can't see the whole 
picture, you don't know 
the whole story, or the 
extent in which I scream 
hateful words to only me 
The person that I hate is 
me and she is always with 
me, every part of her 
I want to destroy
every part of her.