Of what I'm made
from where
have I came
of what
have I become..
I don't know
who that is in the mirror
silent screaming
nobody hears her.
How to become something
how to pick up pieces
I've shattered way out of distance
you won't find me anywhere now
life is too hard to live
I have nothing left to give
do not resusitate
hollow lungs,
suffocate.
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