With out you

I hear the glass shatter, and my hand starts to bleed.
I did it because of her and of her greed.
I didn't like the reflection, that started back at me.
I wanted to be someone new, and be free.
I thought I was fat, and just all wrong.
I wish I was her, and had so long.
My hair wasn't pretty, and niether was I
I was living something wrong, a lie.
I needed to cope with the pain
At first when I started to hurt myself,I thought I was insane..
Then I found you, and it stopped for a while.
You made me laugh, you made me smile
Then you found her, and it all stopped.
Our relationship and love and happiness was just dropped.
You quit calling, and we stopped talking.
And those long moments of walking.
Some how I'll heal, i'll for your smile
Even if it does take a while.
But as a write this poem while I bleed
Someday, I know you'll forget her and her greed.