Its my fault

Shes breaking down
piece by piece as the days go by
holding on to her everything
as if shed let go they would die

Keeping everything as safe as possible
hiding all her knives
because she knows that is shes finds them
she will end her life

Shes broken all the mirrors
for the fear that she will see
Everything she hated
she has come to be

from being the non-smoker
to the innocence at 15
to getting stoned all the time
to innocence just being a dream

from dressing up so nicely
to not caring at all
this is how far the girl in the mirror
has effortless seemed to fall

She covers herself all over
for fear that the others will see
how much she hates herself
how much he would really mean

How she let him in
and how it is her fault
how everything thats happened
is because of her own default

To help her move on
she just wants a sign
that all of this pain
isn't just in her mind

that there is something wrong
and someone has a cure
that maybe, just maybe
they will bring him here

Just to finish her off
to tell her its okay
to make all this meaningless pain
just disenerate, and go away