like my poem?

I think it is a little all over the place, because I was a little out of it when I wrote it, but tell me what you think!

The Girl in the Blood Stained Book:

The prologue

I often miss the little girl whose dreams had no limit, who beilieved in a world where anything andeverything is possible. With a heart that was free and unbroken

Hate me Loathe me Scar me Betrothed me

to a story with no good end

Either way I have read is leading me to a twisted epilogue

I am a liar of breath A peace-breaker till death

I dig graves for the secrets; burry them deep

A way to escape is what I seek

Heart-breaker, Heart-mender; I am them both

the ones I have sewed understand me most while the ones I have broken hate me, you see…

I hate to be rude I am a back-stabber -how crude-,

very unlikely of me

I am an open book

I am on display

when the people walk by they are oblivious to my blank pages

I hold it out so they can see

but they don’t care to notice the one thing inside of it… The little girl in the Blood Stained Book… me

Here a note to you people… BE JEALOUS and they take it to heart

yes, now they are envious

Satisfactory, retards

now the little girl has grown up

I would put it this way— but I hate the word boast Out of all the people who hate me I hate me most

And I hate living up to the life of the little girl in the Blood Stained book

That has no escape, with pages torn, no loophole to take, Sincerity worn

I am scared, for this book gets shorter and shorter every day

that I will fail to make it perfect, to make me, ME