She didnt know if she still loved him cause she missed him well not him just the feeling she had while being with him Actually he is nothing more then another hurtful guy to her Yea they had a lot past full of fun but also full of hurt and tears She sits in her room thinking what was the point of that whole three years of being with him After all that she now looks into others eyes with such emptiness She begs for love And someone to give it to her She tends to find love the wrong way and its really not the kind of love she actually needs That endless list of names that disgusts her when she sees every name She has done nothing typical and her thoughts are nothing close to sane She has a name but she doesnt who that name belongs to She wonders who she could have been without her parents consent for prescription pills to fix her She can only assume what people think of her She urns for chaos cause nothing has ever been under controlled Its all she knows She knows there are ways to bail God saw her try to bail Still with his eyes pined to her she dreams about bail She thinks of other escapees but no one could guess those actual thoughts Changed pushed crushed and scrabbled like an egg shes always left to bleed Addiction in her every step pushing the smoke to release from her dying lungs Addicted to the cutting and the bleeding She feels no hope cause she only hears words of doubt from her encouragement
