She spent her whole life wondering
what it was like
to fall in love
and now that she has
she has realized
its not as great
as she had imagined
it to be
she has found out
that love is
filled with
hate and tears
its made her do things
she had always told herself
she would never do
shes in denial
shes self-couscous
and she hates herself
she hides her pain inside
a door locked up from the world
she only knows
one way to release this pain
the blade is her pencil
and her wrist is the paper
the cuts she makes
are the words she cannot say
she has waited
her whole life for love
but all that she wants
is out
