Delicate Skin, Like Paper.
Her wrists like battlefields...

The glares are getting old, babe.
I don't know or care if you've noticed...

Do these words sound familiar?
Remind me to recite them...

Taste this chaos,
of my heart...

I've been thinking bout the last few years,
the mistakes have come and gone...

I've told you countless times.
I love you...

I don't feel pretty enough,
For you anymore...

On Wednesday night,
I got a call...

I love a friend
it may seem wrong...

With my final breath, I call to you, and only hope...
I am bleeding, crying, and no one cares. Good Bye...

He said one thing,
But meant another...

He glances from across the room, the lies uttered...
I should be used to it by now, the incessant tears...