i have not gone from riches to rags but stepped so close to the edge of bridges ready to jump i am not a special and fragile princess so do not touch my skin and tell me how beautiful i am i have burns from all the cigarettes i smoke and white lines covering my thighs from the nights i spend sitting on the roof with a blade talking myself out of jumping do not tell me i am broken because i am not, i am not able to be fixed i am incomplete so god don’t ask me why i do this ask yourself why you are sitting here with me i am incapable of love so dont put your soft lips upon my cheek and do not breathe on my neck it is a noose getting tighter and it wont stop do not cry when you see the curtain of my bedroom closed forever because i was never a princess i am incomplete and now you will never have fail to fix me again