a cutting poem-insecutity kills

because of him

you claimed to love me,
you held me tight
you said everything was gonna be alright
but what happend when that purson
that you love, gets sick of your drama?
has had enough?
they leave you torn. inside an out
your face stuck in a pout
scars form appon your skin
all because of him
you skip your meals, trying to be thin
because of him
a constant battle of your inner deamons
just because of him getting up and leavin
your eydes glazed over, like newly cut glass
you sit and cry in the corner of class. because of him
you carry blades with you at all time
stinging your cuts from tears escaping your eyes
because of him