She had such potential
Right in the palm of her hand
That all went away once she picked up the blade
Because nothing else matters when you're dead inside anyways.
She could've had it all but instead she chose the pain
Dear Self, do you yet realize that you're the only one to blame for being this way
You're depression an anger you kept bottled up made quite the difference
Every line on your skin, every ounce of pain you ever felt
you could have avoided...
Every lie you've ever told yourself, every hateful word you said...just..
made the blade go in even deeper.
