An error

They told me I was a mistake,

And I looked in the mirror,

Realizing they told me too late,

Led me to believe their love was real,

When it was just fake,

But of course they didn't feel,

What I felt, as I looked in the mirror,

A sinking heart knowing I was an error,

If I was a mistake; why not tell me before?

Why rip my heart to pieces, leaving it in four?

Why make me feel sad when it would do nothing to them?

Why break my heart just because they know they can?

But now it's too late,

And my arms are filled with pain,

As the blade squeezes hard against my skin,

Releasing a red sticky paint,

Every scar a reminder,

A reminder of who I am,

I am a mistake,

And it's all because of them,

When I tell my friends,

They tell me to hold on,

What do they know,

Of the moment I said,

Now my world ends,

Life isn't here to throw,

But that doesn't mean I don't wanna be gone,

I am gonna make it more worse,

Until I finally can't go on.

Crush, crush,

They crushed my heart,

Hush, hush,

They kept a secret and broke me apart,

And as I write, 

I sit in front of the mirror,

Again and again reminded,

By my deep, dark scars,

I am an error,

And the scars embedded,

Are the signs of my curse.

Written by,

Rida Altaf,

Me,