"Congratulations, I hate you."

Make this easier for you and I'll leave right now, so you'll never see me once again after I disgusted you by being me. Selfish woman why can't you look past these complicated fixtures called my mask and see how I changed. I can't be that little girl you want, she died that night in the snow where another took her place. Thank you for trying to make me you but it won't work for I hate you and since I was young I told myself I'd never be you, and if I did? I'd slit my wrists and wait for the you to seep out so I can have my body back, though it's not my body anymore-hasn't been since the year I died. Can't you see I'm dead, not here, a ghost of what I became to be. Stop trying to change me I won't let you get under my skin. Look and witness that I'm a fucking suicide girl who tries her hardest to her ability to stay grounded by her lovers heart. Thank you for dressing me up so I looked like a girl. Thank you for not noticing the purple or red. Thank you for taking him back after I lost breath. Thank you for doing my make up so older men took notice. Thank you for not being there when I needed you most. I love you. I hate you. I need you. You lost me to trimmed laces and fabricated places, my life was ended by his hand then she brought me to life with true loves kiss and now you want me dead. But you didn't know I had already died. So it's my fault?

No, not again will I take the blame.