Picking Locks.

I look to the East,
but you're far brighter than the sun.
The prettiest girl,
still left feeling outdone.
 
She shields the world from the past,
from the pain of her slits....
I heard it's 82 scars,
kissing those broken wrists.
 
By now you must know,
that you are my favorite...?
You say your heart is shattered,
but I'd love to save it.
 
The texts you ignore,
and your notes in my box,
I'm getting the message,
you're keeping it locked.