Black Dahlia

I've lost it all,
fell today
It's all the same....

"Brooke-Lynn? Baby? I'm so sorry...."

Hell no,
Fuck that.

No way I was going to put up with his bullshit again. I'd dealt with it for six years, and I wasn't going to put up with it again.

"Brooke-Lynn? Please! It won't happen again... I promise. One more chance?"

Then I snapped.
"Really? REALLY? You've been saying that for the past six years, Jorel! All you've ever done is cause me pain, you ignorant dick!"

I used to be love struck,
now I'm just fucked up.
Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts

"You're seriously blaming your cutting on ME ? That's bullshit, Brooke-Lynn. I didn't put the razor to your fucking wrists. You did! And maybe if you didn't do it all the fucking time, I wouldn't go out and mess around. Ever thought about that?"
No. I didn't. And I wouldn't start thinking about it, either. By now, I was doing what I did best. Jorel, of course, was doing what HE did best. Walking away.

I feel so used,
because of you....
It would be the exact same tomorrow. I knew it. I just couldn't stay away.