PlAsTiK SmIlEs AnD kNiVeS sO bLuNt

This plastic smile is infectiouse,
incurable disease,
spread accross my face,
My token of apology.

I’m sorry that i fucked-up greatly,
Passionate regret,
It hurts to feel so fake,
Barbie doll of death?

Blunt knives,
like expressionless emotion,
slaving at my skin,
like an endless devotion.

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By ManicFaerie

I cease to exsist when i feel the need and i Fail to exsist any other time.