Leah wanted love--
'I love you, Emily.'
'I love you too, Sam.'
Leah wanted bad—
'Smoking is bad for you, Leah.'
'Stop dressing like that, Leah. It makes you look bad.'
'If you keep drinking like that, something bad might happen.'
Leah wanted to be free—
Free from Sam.
Free from her parents.
Free from life.
That's why Leah lit up a smoke; poured her self another glass, and cut.
No just her wrist. Oh no. That wasn't enough for Leah.
Leah cut her thigh, her wrist, her ankles, and her chest.
Everywhere.
To make her forget.
Because in reality; that's all Leah really wanted.
Not to be bad, not to be free, but to forget.