“She hurt herself, not because she wants to
Not because she like to,
Not because she’s eager to,
But because she hates everything about herself.
Everything that keeps on driving her inner soul crazy,
Everything that nourished her demon inside,
Everything that taunted her ego side,
But one thing she like about herself,
It’s YOU, yes YOU!
You that keeps her breathing,
You that makes her protector,
You that provides pleasurable feeling.
But YOU gone away, away that she stop breathing.
You vanished like a dust in the night.
She hurt herself like there’s no ending at all.”