All those Disney movies
And love stories
Are lies!
The book never ends
With a break up

And I loved her with all my heart
My soul and body
But all my love
Is nothing
Compared to hers.
My love is worthless
Standing next to
Her love.
She is better.
Brighter.

Ill take a pair of scissors
To my face
And a blade to my wrists
Not an inch of my skin
Will be perfect
After this

I'm scared to death
Of next month
Of spending our 2 year
Anniversary
All alone

What if?
What if I cut my long blond hair off
And died the rest of it black?
What if I pulled my eyeliner
Around my eyes and etched it into
My eyelids?
What if I wore all black?
With bright, blood red lipstick.
And drew big red angry lines
That looked like cracks
Across my skin with a razor blade?
Then, maybe then,
The crazy on my outside
Would reflect the crazy
In my head

Im fine*
Falls out of my mouth
So easily
The words no longer
Hold meaning

God you made me think my own father wouldn't love me
And now it's too late
She is with someone better than me now
Someone that's actually skinny
And so beautiful and tan
And she can dance
And she is wonderful
I hate her
I hate her
It's too late
I hate you