I did not do it for you,
punch that mirror,
slice my hand open,
which is now stitched up.
I did it for me,
to get through to the reflection,
to inform them,
they are better without you.
I did not do it for you,
I did it for the hand attached to me,
because it will never know
the pain of being alone.
I did it for me,
So I could justify my crying,
I wasn't some stupid girl,
Upset over a boy.
I didn't do it for you,
I promise,
I did it for me,
I love to hurt.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
I did not do it for you,
punch that mirror,
slice my hand open,
which is now stitched up.
I did it for me,
to get through to the reflection,
to inform them,
they are better without you.
I did not do it for you,
I did it for the hand attached to me,
because it will never know
the pain of being alone.
I did it for me,
So I could justify my crying,
I wasn't some stupid girl,
Upset over a boy.
I didn't do it for you,
I promise,
I did it for me,
I love to hurt.
