I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl that hoped one day that maybe she could be loved.

You told me I was beautiful.

You taught me to talk.

You told me I was your princess,

Darling where's that tiara now?

You told me I was your everything.

Your reason to smile, laugh, breath, live.

You told me you would never leave.

You turned and walked away.

You said it was easier this way.

You said it was easier to throw me away.

All because you couldn't talk.

I'm a fountain of blood that's barely in the shape of a girl that hopes one day she'll be less than a puddle.