You say that I am
Pretty,
Nice,
Lovely.
But "nice" girls don't etch tally marks into their wrists.
"Pretty" girls don't cry themselves to sleep at night.
And "lovely" girls aren't afraid of the demons in their mind.

Covering herself in layers figurative and literal,
She hides the scars that the past has inflicted on her.
She pulls down her sleeves and walls her heart within a steel cage,
No longer susceptible to pain.
Pushed to the brink,
Another soon to be statistic,
Her last hope gone,
She whispers to the world,
"Goodbye".

Changed in an instant.
"Marked".
They say that time heals all wounds,
But even as Father Time ticks forward,
They never disappear,
They only become
Faded.

Shot follows shot.
Drinks on drinks.
Baccardi courses through my bloodstream.
I'm drowning in ***** and in my memories of you.  
And the acid burning its way to my stomach,
Is easier to handle than the hollow feeling when I'm sober.

“1. When you’re trying to fall asleep at night and it feels like your world is crashing down on you, walls closing in, suffocating you as you clutch his pillow to your chest, breathe. It’ll get easier every night.                                     You'll be okay.
2.When you’re out at the mall and you see a couple holding
hands and kissing, don’t text him that you miss him. Remember that there was a time before him and you were fine. So breathe.
You’ll be okay.
3.When you find out he’s met someone new, you will
shatter again. Your knees will cave beneath you and you will cry, and scream, and plead with God to give him back to you. Just remember that it’s okay to not be okay all the time and to try to breathe through the pain.
You’ll be okay.
4.One day, you’ll wake up, and you’ll go about your day,
not realizing that you didn’t think of his smile and those big brown eyes once. But until then, breathe.
You’re gonna be okay.”

You tasted like *** and regret.