Her

My mind is not that healthy

I feed it full of lies

I tell the mirror "You're pretty"

But she finds the truth inside

I tell her "You're so lovely-

you'll find someone who'll lo--"

She whispers through my words

"I either kill them off or they die"

She has all these thoughts

I don't want her to listen to the voices

She hates me when I tell her

"You're not broken- just wounded"

I try to lead her to the light

She never listens

"You're telling me to live

Why don't you go and die"