I wanted to tell you that,
everyday since you left,
I've written this and thrown it away,
over and over and over again,
in ink, in blood, on paper, on flesh.
I will not let myself suffer like this,
I will not bleed my heart for you,
my flesh is not worth your empty promises,
I've created art from my skin,
cut my way to beauty.
The mirror still reflects nothing,
Someday I will find myself.
