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Oh what can I do with these

Poor marks around my wrists

And this red nailpolish on my fingertips?



Should I just take me as I am,

And conclude that this is how it's supposed to be?

I wish I knew how..



Oh what's the point of it,

When nothing makes sense at all?

I wish you were here to tell me.



What should I do with this

Incessant ringing I have in my brain?

How can I ever start to forget you?



How many times must we

Continue on in this neverending circle?

We've never made much sense.



Even after all that you've done to me,

I still wish that you wanted me.

Lord, how can I escape?



Oh what should I do with

This fake lipgloss on my face,

And this terrible ache in my chest?



How can I make you believe that,

Everything I said was true?

How could you not trust that it was?



Can we go back to before all of this,

When we were happy and care-free?

I should think not, darling.



Oh what am I to do with this,

Glitter-and-nonsense that is me?

I must continue on without a reason.



I must believe in what is true,

I must fix what I have wronged,

And I must believe in the love of others.



When will I start to accept those

False apologetic sentences that you've made?

Baby, I already have.