A hole where my once beautifully happy heart laid.
A hole where his once was, I was repaid.

My heart used to feel a blissful something.
Until it turned into too much nothing.

I would take a knife.
You know the rest, don't you? I am a blight.

I am a blight.
I have run out of light.

Light is hope. Hope means happiness.
Please. Someone tell me what happiness is.

A drunken stupor. The dim light of a dying phone.
A girl who loves to drone,

On and on and on. She feels nothing so her blade comes back out.

He finds out and makes it worse. He gives her a choice.
"Either you tell someone, or we're gonna have to break up, put simply, a divorce."

Not that they were married, but sometimes she felt as if.
Now she felt as if she were falling from a cliff.

She hit the ground hard as she walked into the house. Her heart fell to her feet.
They were told because she couldn't stop crying. She blurted it out in total defeat.

The parents were understanding, because they knew.
She was surprised at this fact. Her mind had blew.

Out like a light, that someone knew.

She gave him her knives, all of them she could find.

She put away the broken glass, no longer wanting to be hurt.

Her life got better, at least she hopes.
For she still wanted the blade, but she loved him the most.