Mess~

Tear me open. Expose me to the world for what I really am. A devil hiding behind this angel face. Such a horrid, filthy mess.

We know what we think and feel... The world watches on thinking we're quiet and helpless. We know how to use people. We know how to get what we want. Good girls don't know how to be so bad, do they?

We know just how dark the recesses of her mind are. We know just how deeply removed from the light she is. We know how much she detests the attempts to save her, as though she is helpless. She is stronger than she'll ever show.

With all of you fooled she prances on in her dance of depression and self hatred; knowing that her solace, her home, her haven, is here. We know how safe she is from the rest of the world in here, with us, so go away. Let her destroy herself and finish what the world failed so many years ago.

Her scars are penance. Her tears are deserved. What is life without pain other than a bore~