You

Your smiles hold lipgloss, but no emotion
Your eyes have mascara but no remorse
Your feet wear high heels that turn them black and blue
And the rest of you is black and blue too

Your ears hear lies you speak and you believe them
You say the words you think they want to hear
You smell the blood and don't look at your arms
You touch the mirror cause you don't believe its you

You're a product of the modern age
A symbol of self harm
A god of thin and patron saint of suicide
You worship razor blades
You are a best-seller goodbye note writer
You say 'hello' to your goodbye
You are exactly who you want to be