A Change

I'm sick of my eyes, I'm sick of my hair,
I'm sick of all the ugly clothes I wear,
I'm sick of my laugh, I'm sick of my smile,
The person in the mirror looks horribly vile,
I'm changing my hair, I'm changing my eyes,
The old me will be forever disguised,
I'm not going to smile, I'm not going to laugh,
I'll only wear unrevealing clothes that are dark,
I'm not going to give hugs, & I won't receive,
I'm not going to be happy, I'm going to grieve,
I will not speak, & I'm not going to sing,
I'm going to cut & I know it will sting,
I'm not going to sleep; I'll stay up & cry,
I'll spend every second wishing that I would die.

by GothicRomance
posted on 10/16/2009