Your skin is
taking the shape of your skeleton.
Your body
looks weak,
The fact
that you allow yourself to go down that road,
Is your own
damn fault.
You are
either seeking attention,
Or ruining
your own life.
The way you
hang out with that crowd,
The way you
let them control that weakness,
I feel no
more remorse,
It is
pitiful, yet why should I?
I know you
are better than this,
Why stay
trapped in that dark hole,
When you can
have a happy light shining on you?
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