Each morning leaves me gasping for air,
still choking on the blood from last night.
One day, I fear, people will know who I am.

They’ll gaze into my shattered looking glass and recoil!
Scared of what they see.

A broken image of a broken girl-
all that’s left of my broken soul-
then they’ll turn around and leave.

For what’s to love of a devil like me?
I’ll try to care, but I am not tender.
I try to reach your heart, but once in my grasp, I’ll tear it out.

For your sake, I suggest you leave.
Please
let me choke alone.