the soft, hot, crimson blood
runs down her soft hand
it burns like hellfire
but that fire fuels her feelings
and her glittery eyes will tell you
she can’t feel anything anymore

your adrenaline pumps
you feel like you’re dead
but the scars she made
will stay with her
even after death.

     [ l.s. ]

You'll sit there,
All by yourself.
Wondering where
you'll find yourself.
Where could you be?
No one knows where.
Because a broken girl
With a broken heart
Isn't going to find herself.