This morning I wake up with the sun
I see me in the reflection of my miroir
My face and my body are too much
Innocents , pale and fragile

I am in disguise
A used porcelain doll
My brain scattered and broken heart
I'm rotten inside

Maybe I will feel less corrupted
By the thoughts in my head
By cleaning and isolating myself
For feeling an transformation
Reorganize my lonely room
Change clothes and aesthetic everyday
Have an haircut and a color
For feeling New

Cleaning my teeth
Scrape the vanish off my nails
Stop pulling the skin of my skull
And waiting the night

To know if I can bleed my pain
Outside
While hoping to never do it again
I pray to the moon a new soul