Perfect

"You're too late"
A lady says to you
"But its easier
to look at her now
you wouldn't have wanted to see her two hours before
she was yelling at herself
vulgar language
came out of that little girl
words don't come out of her now
she used glass"
You start walking toward her room
"She's not in there they took her away
but you can go and see the room if you want"
You nod your head
And started walking
Once you entered the room
The smell tells you they haven't cleaned it up
Hitting the lights to the bathroom
You saw the broken glass
With trails of blood
Leading every which a way
Following one that looped around several times
Till you found yourself
At a bed
Sheets spread out everywhere
Taking a seat on the bed
You heard a crinkling noise
Looking around
You found a folded piece of paper
Unfolding it as you read:
"Sorry I'm not perfect. But now you can find someone who is without breaking my heart."