What was the point,really?
She already had answers
But zero guts to pick the right one
Always very careful
Not to cause hurt to others
She forgot to take care of herself
She deserved more than he gave her
Than what those around her did
Not demanding any though.
What was the point
Of holding carefully these hearts
Loving them so
Stepping over thorns and broken glass
Just to keep them safe
Only to have him be the first one
To drive a knife through her heart
Couldn’t he have cared?
Pressing into her chest
Trying to keep from overbleeding
Pushing herself along the wall
Calling for help that no one hears
Trying to live
What was the point.