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