Her pain is bare on her arms and on the scarlett soaked tissues.
There is no cure for her disease, she's easily pleased.
She spouts poison and will infect you at any given moment.
She takes what she can and gives nothing back.
Her skin gleams with steel and is hidden under fake colours that shine brighter than the sun.
Her heart is small, colder than ice and darker then the darkest night
She takes anything that will numb her for awhile.
She refuses her true cure, allowing herself to fall deeper into her pain filled hole.
She'll push your buttons, she wants you begging for more.
She feeds off of attention, she despises those who question her fame.
Her fan club consists of two lonely fools.
The love of her life has her on a tight leash.
She stands tall infront of all the world but inside she's a scared little girl.
It's a crazy world out there and she's stuck still wishing her life away.
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