Who says money can't buy happiness? It bought your heart and your soul and trust me, that was enough for me.
Or at-least I thought so.

Memories formerly a pleasure to think about
Have become a sharp knife to carve my heart out
The thought of a look, a place, a moment in time
Serves only to recall what is no longer mine
Everywhere I look, and every thought I have
Reminds me of the lost happiness I had
Every morning when I open my eyes
Unwanted thoughts of my anguish arise
And I do my best to cast them aside
But it seems to me there’s nowhere to hide

I stood in front of the mirror and slit my wrists. I let the blood flow instead of the tears. I looked at the girl in the mirror who held the blade to her heart as if it was the only thing she had ever loved that had loved her back.

it's nights like this, when we tangle
together like weeds in a seabed of lust
i beg for once, your eyes instead
of your mouth, would confess
how you felt for me.
your lips grow like ivy along the grey
mortar of my spine, your fingers write how
much they don't love me all over my body
and tiny birds take flight from my breath
to be together, is to be apart
when i am with you every word is a mistake,
we press our lips together
harder than we want to press
them against each others mouths
i keep tripping over apologies
and you just want someone who
is steady on their feet
i once knew a boy who told me
he wasn't an artist, but painted
the shores on my cheeks
when he spoke, even the trees leaned
in to hear his beautiful lies

She watched them all pick up their broken pieces before dawn came and made them mask their sadness into the depths of their hearts. Oh how they hoped that the sun would sink below the horizon so they could be who they truly were “broken monsters”.