She sits down on her bed,
And takes a look at herself.
All dressed in dark,
With holes in her jeans...
It almost seems inevitible.
She is so sick of it all.
The pain is tatooted to her face...
Permanent...
And scarred.
She will never live up
to what everyone wants her to be...
So why even be at all....?
As these thoughts go racing through her mind,
instinct takes over her
as he grabs a steak knife from the kitchen..
........................
You know the rest...
Broken hearts and happy smiles don't work together....
The feeling of emptiness ultimately takes over....
