"Isabelle, baby, are you here?"
"I'm in the bathroom, mother dear."
"Goodness child, it's been quite a while. Are you okay?"
A single tear.
"Yes I'm alright. I'm doing fine. That Taco Bell came back to bite."
"I'm just worried, hon. That's your third time tonight."
"Oh okay. I'm sorry to scare."
"It's okay. Hope you feel better, belleybear."
Gosh it's cold.
Metal on skin.
Some steel,
Some paper thin.
Silent sobbing.
Shaking hands.
Breaking heart,
And shattered plans.
A rush of euphoria.
Is all it takes.
But many more,
I'll have to make.
Does he even care
What his words have done to me
What's his actions are doing now
And all intentionally?
Sometimes I cry
Why'd he do this to me
And others I can do nothing
But lay down and bleed
As broken as I seem
I'm much worse inside
Wow what I'd give
To forget he was my life
This hurts so much
My only hope
The small green petals
And silver slopes
Why'd you stop?
You said you looked death in the face.
I couldn't continue
Because I ran out of space.
