She doesn't feel like her body is a work of art

But a worn out canvas covered in flaws and scars

She opens up her soul only to have it torn apart by the desire to love

And she can no longer recognize her own reflection

So her sins begin to drain out the innocence

And she becomes the definition of naive

The extra skin of her body stretches out

Covering her personality

And she wears clothing too big for her size

To hide the shame and guilt that is slowly swallowing her whole

She wouldn't know how love felt if it braced across her lips

Wrapping its arms around her similar to the pain she swallowed

As the foolishness of her heart latching onto someone

Made her "pathetic" and "easy"

Because her perception of what she deserved became corrupted by her mind

And began to whisper lies known now as the truth

Shaking her head in disappointment,

Self-love has decapitated her soul

And her body illustrates a mortified coffin carrying bodies