she is no good. no no good.

the girl that writes you, that says hang on, tomorrow will be better, hang tight, feel better, is a fraud. a big fat fraud.

for she lies. she knows tomorrow will not be better. tomorrow will be the same. and the day after that. and the day after that.

she tells you to hang on, not to hurt yourself, but that bitch sits here with blood running down her thigh, staining her sea green sheets. her arm is deadened from the burn that has risen from the hot metal. her throat is raw from the acid, the tiny rips in her membranes from her manicured fingernails.

don't believe the hypocrite. her very existence is a contradiction. walking paradoxes never survive. fuck her.

starving + bleeding