He Cried When I Left, Which I

I Cut Myself Because You Wouldn't Let Me Cry. I Cried Because You Wouldn't Let Me Speak. I Spoke Because You Wouldn't Let Me Shine. I Shone Because I Thought You Loved Me.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

We Will Paste Upon The Curled Pages Words Like Charming And Romantic And Sentimental Forgetting That Charming Is Witchcraft Romantic Is Love And Sentiment Is What Makes Us Human

I Still Own My Heart, Which I Know Because It Hurts So Much.

It Is Not Seen As Insane When A Fighter, Under An Attack That Will Inevitable Lead To His Death, Chooses To Take His Own Life First. In Fact, This Act Has Been Encouraged For Centuries, And Is Accepted Even Now As An Honorable Reason To Do The Deed. How Is It Any Different When You Are Under Attack By Your Own Mind?