Yes, this isn't an imagine, it's actually a poem. I hope you like it.

Slit your wrists and cut your thighs.
Fake a smile, dry your eyes.
Welcome to my world of lies.

Burning liquid, down your throat.
Arms tainted with a red coat.
Long sharp metal baby.
Hold that knife up to you throat.

Bottle of pills.
Rope looped tight.
Hope to God, you say goodnight.

Purge the fat.
Blame the cat.

You can't eat, you're not allowed.
Why do the voices, have to scream so loud.

Slice into skin.
Peel away, everything.
Everything you ever were, or could be.
Nobody will kiss those scars, baby can't you see.

Ocean cold, washed upon sandy highs.
Water blue, like the puddles of your eyes.
Don't slit your wrist, nor cut your thighs.
I know it's hard baby.
But everyone dies.

But not you baby, not tonight.
Can't you see baby, you're feather light.

This is pretty.
This is right.
I don't care is I die, alright?

I'll stop when my ribs, rut against my flesh.
And my collar bones leave bruises, purple and fresh.
When a gap has appeared between my thighs.
And happiness, lightens up my cerulean eyes.

I will be perfect.
I will be slight.
This is my kind of pretty.
This is my kind of right.

Baby, can't you see, you're dying inside.
You're so bipolar, you're can be so uptight.
You won't allow a single bite.
That's not healthy, you're not alright.

You asked, and I told you, I'm just fine.
You took my answer, and twisted it tight.
I gave you the truth- You're full of lies.

Tainted wrists, dark marked thighs.
Still faking smiles, with bloodshot eyes.
Welcome to my world of lies.

I'll look for you, in another's eyes.
See baby, I told you, they were all lies.
You lied to us all, with those orbs like blue skies.
Dug down into, those pretty veins.
Let the blood run free, breathed it, like oxygen.
I told you so much, it wasn't right.
Now you're gone, you said goodbye...

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