She dances as though what you say doesn?t hurt
Wallows in self pity as she slowly turns to dirt
She is the one
The only true love
Who can come in your life and make it all work

Problems of her own never seem to get her down
But when it overwhelms her she finds her ways to cool herself down

Along with the edge of a dagger
Flowing smoothly with her baby like skin

No touch of roughness
No sense of rage

Only when she starts to cut
Her blood begins to stain the page
Wallowing in self pity
Her own friends she doubts

When a boy came and ruined it now look at the way things turned out

More blood now comes just not from the wrist
Only this time her agony wont end in self bliss

~ to my friend.... you know who you are and that i love you...