I can write all about my love, hope, and pain
but none of these things will ever hold your name.
I never thought I'd be jealous of those left behind,
not forced to be taken by someone unkind.
Everyone deserves their little piece of the dream,
not to be held back until all they do is scream.
Don't blame someone else for all of your faults,
it's not their problem you aren't used to assault.
I just wanted to see what I look like on the inside,
black blood seeping over all colours and pride.
This childish curiosity will end up getting me killed.
It's not my fault all your blood will also be spilled.
We're all trying to be like the little girls we once were,
thinner girls crumbling so fast they'd be only a blur.
Trying to stop pain with our crayons and glitter;
chocolate has never before tasted this bitter.
I have a restless mind and a restless soul,
my curiosity and youth have taken their toll.
I need to get out of my brain and into your space,
my mind and my sanity as fragile as lace.
Please trade sleepless nights for something more,
where it isn't your heart still beating by on the floor.
Have some more chocolate to beat back the pain,
go get me the bleach, it'll cover the stain.