Young dumb and stupid
She was beautiful,  smart and exquisite.
But at the same time hurt, naive, and in love.
She gave her all to someone who didn't even know how to love himself
She learned him, changed for him, she made him her life
Only in return to receive hurt, guilt and strife
Sitting and crying ever ******* night
No exit, no escape, besides the metal of that beautiful, shining exquisite knife.
She was young dumb and stupid.
Wrong. She was young, dumb, and scared.
She gave up who she was, she gave up her life
For a man who didn't even love himself.

Everyone's a poet when they're heartbroken or depressed.
Every word is overthinked and pressed
Currently obsessed with the thought of self growth and expression
Fighting a battle between you and yourself
Running and hiding, your only vice is your words, your phrases, thoughts.
They're the only things keeping you alive.
So everyone's a poet when they're heartbroken and depressed, because those are the ones who have the most to say.
The stories to share, of their hurt and despair
Those are the people sitting up at 3am with a knife and pen.
Carving their hurt into their skin, while their blood drips their story
Those are the poets, the ones with so much to say, the ones with so much to hide.
These are the people who don't feel sorry for themselves, or feel any less deprived
Of a true life of happiness prosperity and growth
But truth be told they hide the facts under oath
So everyone's a poet when they hit rock bottom
Because it couldn't be worse than this
But everyone's a poet when they rise and make a difference in a life that's filled with ****