SheShe is the enigma within the conundrum, the never-ending puzzle of her, herself, and she.She4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
She is made entirely of roses stitched together with fake hopes.
She is the girl who is often silent and scared to voice what sentences her brain churns out.
She wants people to read between the lines.
She is the compulsive liar by necessity, whose truths feel like falsehoods.
She lies so she feels like her story has a plot.
She is the girl who is stuck at the stop sign in life and cannot move for fear of being run over.
She is incapable of going anywhere in life.
She is the author who cannot find the words to create anything worthwhile.
She will never complete anything she begins.
She is the girl who has tasted the bitterness of the silver knife and became obsessed with its sweet bliss and the red beauty hidden beneath a red overcoat.
She knows her own blood far better than she should.
She is the fool who pushes away everyone close to her with all her mig