This Girl
There’s this girl I know. She’s beautiful but she’s not who she says she is. In fact, I hardly know her and thought I loved her. But really it was all a ruse to hurt me because of what happened in my past that I don’t dare to look at. She made me confess that it was indeed my fault. My fault that someone had died, and the day someone died I lost my innocence.
There’s this girl I used to love. She was my everything but so deceiving. I thought I knew every single fact about her, but no. Everything she told me about herself is a lie. Now I can hardly bring myself to trust another person because again, I will be stabbed.
Like Romeo and Juliet, we were never meant to be and as I write this letter to her as an apology she is taking my life. Blood drops down onto the paper and inks the paper with my dignity hurt.
There’s this girl that took my life. Now I will haunt her memories.