Isn't it?

Isn't it beautiful;
How someone can enter your life and change everything.
How words can mean so much;
How much happiness and sadness one can bring.

Isn't it interesting;
How someones point of view can effect our own.
How they can say something horrid;
And in an instant, you would feel all alone.

Isn't it sad;
All the regret from past mistakes you have made.
Can change you into someone better;
But yet, the wounds never fade.

Isn't it painful;
Knowing that you're capable of hurting the one you claim to love.
Knowing that you're a murderer;
Killing him, stabbing his heart, his blood on your glove.

Isn't upsetting;
Staring at the self harm wounds you've done to yourself.
Thinking it would get rid of the mistakes;
But instead, just piling up the pain on a shelf.

Isn't it depressing;
How low your self esteem can be.
To the point you can't look into a mirror;
Without feeling like killing yourself is the only way to be free.