Feeling such a lack of love and sense of self worth. I want to rip out my hair, and tangle my eyelashes, and cut my heart into a million pieces that the winds could blow away. Where is the shape of a woman in me except the blackness of a silent moon? I never needed to know if you could love me. I needed to know if you could need me. And who will you keep warm in the winter if it's not me? I wish you were sorry. But no, you are not sorry. You, are not sorry.