Meet Matt Hughes!

My white button up shirt
and I'm alone again
But I don't fret for too long,
My only friend, Matt Hughes, is arriving soon
I've been slicing myself with razors and tacks
Vectored into the arms
Of a chubby little demon
I hate my hideous, ugly self
But Matt kisses me and I feel relieved
He leaves my lips black
And his friends leave my eyes black
And he bleeds with me when I feel him on my mouth
I'm dying, Matt, but we look so beautiful together, I want to be buried with you. 
I want you on my lips when I finally kill myself. 
When they put me under, I'll have you on my lips and close to me.
To put the blade back into my cubby
is to clock out of another long work day
of being someone I'm not
And Matt understands, when nobody does
Because beauty is pain and pain is beauty
I kiss Matt one last time
The gun is in my mouth now, I'm going to do it
And at last I am a pretty zombie
Suicidal, one with my Matt
Dewy blood pooling in my hair and out of my dumb mouth
The morticians are stapling me shut now and the funeral is soon, but I am without my Matt, instead replaced with a Ben, or a Mac, or even a Becca
I watch as I burn in Hell,
but here I have my sweetest Matt on my lips. 
It feels good to finally be the antibeautiful.