She is
the knife.
She slices
deep.
She takes
my life.
She cannot
sleep.
Her wish
for you,
Just happiness.
She gives
to you,
Herself,
no less
She stares
at me,
Hate in
her eyes.
She wishes
I,
Would
simply die.
Her pain
is real.
Her heart
desires,
A love
to feel.
Her soul
expires.
In the
mirror,
She sees
nothing,
But her
horror.
She is
nothing.
Lonely
in crowds,
So she
fears them.
Wraps
in a shroud,
Of false
wisdom.
She is
helpless,
Imitates
force.
Life is
pointless?
But yes,
of course!
Sinks horribly
In her
depression
This she
is me,
My self-expression
Next - the published version of "she"
"October"
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in case you really hated this one, and don't care about the
published version