As a little girl
I grew up reading fairytales...

It's been so long
Since I've felt human...

I am still hurting and
I am still lying about it...

Choke me with your razor blades
And bruise me with your hands...

I'm an angel
With black wings...

You hate it when I write these poems
They expose your wicked ways...

It's nice sometimes
To open up the heart a little...

Girls are like apples
The best ones are at the tops of the trees...

Dear future generation,
I hope when your daughter says...

I am stained with
The ink of your dark soul...