I know why she did it
Why she drank to feel numb
The burn was nothing compared to the ache of non-existence
The knowledge she was always second, a backup, or maybe even just an afterthough
I know why she did it
Why she scarred her skin
The blood was better than the tears since no one could see them
I don't know how she did it
Stayed alive when she was fading away
Loved fiercely when nothing worked out right
Believes when there's nothing left; smiles while the waves begin to cover her face and her heart slows as it stops believing in love. Even though she desperately wants to.
Learning her worth one heartbreak at a time. Learning to be strong when there's no strong left.
I know why he fell, softly into a secret lover's embrace. The coldness of his existence was too brutal to take. So he finds solace in a strangers arms.
Love is funny: it heals, it destroys, it gives us hope or leaves us as Ice.
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