On the Inside

Behind these black eyes is all you'll see.
No soul, no life, just a mental freak.
Sadly that freak is me. Wishing, no, waiting to die.
Everything I worked for, now debris.
Was it because of you or me?
It was you!. all you.
You did this to me!
You cut me and watched me bleed.
You put those pills in me and made it hard for me to breathe.
When you look at me what do you see?
A fool? A fiend?
You make me so ashamed to be me.
Look into my black soulless eyes and tell me, what do you see?
I see you whenever I look at me. because you are me.
The mental freak.

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