All I see is a monster;
A monster looking back at me...

This is not about me...
He emails her...

I get the knife from the kitchen draw,
Gripping my teeth I slide it along my arm...

There is no prince charming,
There is no saving from harm...

Bits and pieces of you lay scattered around the...
Bits and pieces of your memory, makes me cry...

I walk down the street,
And ache for someone to look at me with intention...

If a leg breaks you wear a brace,
If a pen breaks you replace...

Stuck in my own reflection,
What is this place...

My only voice,
Is, a voice of doubt...

My friends know it,
I dread thinking of it...

A butterfly lands on her nose,
A beautiful stance...

I left you all so suddenly,
And I am so sorry...