I fell asleep one night and didn't wake up because you didn't love me. I had blades hidden in my drawers all the time because you didn't love me. I would wonder how to make a noose with some rope at home because you didn't love me. But if you loved me, maybe I could have lived with the fact that I'm imperfect. If you loved me, maybe my mother wouldn't have to cry. The hated, Lacey WilmiteAll Rights Reserved