Wishful thoughts and desperation dance in my mind
Twisted together into something of malicious...

Wishing on stars
that have long died away...

I'm a mess
A train wreck...

Look at the blood stained wrists
Hidden under smiles...

I don't want your comfort
I don't want you to hold my hand...

Love me the girl screamed
As the man walked away...

Once upon a time
there was a girl...

I remember that day
The words seemed so harsh...

Emptiness seems to be
Something You get used to...

Gravestones line the way
And wilting flowers too...

I know this may seem.. strange
But your scars are beautiful to me...