I had carved in the face, that you wanted to see.
"You smell like rosemary."
I had cut my hair, instead of my wrist.
I just wish, I had never seen the way you two kissed.
I had changed the girl, that you always complained about.
No one had noticed my unhappiness.
I couldn't stay true to myself throughout.
After all, how could anyone even sight it, if I wasn't even truly there?
I had given up on myself for you, so why are you still not happy?
I had abandoned everything, that I loved and cared about.
I had completely indulged myself for society, who just doesn't understand how to accept me.
And this is how I ended up in therapy.
