"Loneliness is a small price to pay for for self respect"
Something that has been said to me so often before. 
But don’t they understand? 
Staring at dead eyes in the bathroom mirror doesn’t beat the artificial “I love you” I’m used to hearing so often, from the mouth that lies through teeth and burns mine like acid when our lips touch.
Silly me, I’m just a child what do I know?
I “deserve better.”
But that’s not what scarred wrists tell me, like lines on paper listing all the reasons it all worked out this way because, for gods sake after the fourth time I’m beginning to think I deserved it.
“Selfish”
“Crazy”
“Immature”
“Untalented”
“Insecure”
They’re right. Dead on. 
He’s right.
What would anyone want with a weathered heart now anyways? 
Sadness hammers at my chest until there’s emptiness!
I remind myself that this won’t last forever
Nothing lasts forever. 
People are right, there is a solace in being by yourself. 
Demons don’t leave you though, even if you fight with them. They never leave.