Lulled and sunken.
The whites of my eyes have grown grey.
Lifeless; sullen.
The pinks of my cheeks fade away.

Razor blade carved.
My jawline has edges hewn sharp.
Skin; stretched and scarred.
My stone face; clenched, frozen and hard.

I forgot how to feel alive.
I haven't felt in a long time.
And I've been dead long before I died.

I don't see what you see.
So please stop looking at me.
I can't see the forest for all these trees.

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