My reflection through the glass just makes me walk pass,

No matter what I see it will never be worthy to me.

 

I can't stand the sight that makes my stomach tight,

I bite my lips and my eyes are teared up bright.

 

I fear that I no longer want to be here.

Why should I? When all I ever do is give up and sigh.

So please light, take me up high,

Up above the sky to a place where I no longer have to try.

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