A boy and a girl,
The best of friends...
She slowly slices her skin
and closes her eyes in bliss...
Dear Daddy,
Do you still love me like you did...
Sometimes in this life I'm overwhelmed
By the suffering I've felt, misery and pain...
These words weren't written for rhythm;
they're just as bad as they sound...
I am sorry Ana, for letting you down
But I have gained pounds of weight...
A slash of the wrist to get me by
every day i hope to die...
My hair is so messy and tangles.
my eyes are filled with tears...
Bruises here
Bruises there...
Weight she carries on her chest,
Within her thighs and legs as well...
Darkened in her room,
she climbs out of bed...
I loved and lost
But what was the cost...