Why do I cut?
I don't want attention...
Black cloud rising from my ashes
Blending with the scent of your skin...
This is a story about a girl,
She was so troubled when she came to me...
I was me and you were you
And together we were too good to be true...
Her heart no longer mourns
For the life she had before...
Dying is a touchy thing
that is exposed when one sees pain...
Her memories consume,
With her feelings of shame...
From the minute i saw you i knew you were mine.
it only took one date, i couldn't get you off my...
As I lie awake, I dreamlessly dream about...
The air is cold...
I saw the girl I used to be in the mirror this...
The girl filled with glee, not ecstasy...
Dear Reader
this is the last note i will write...
Dear Cheater,
You tell her again...