Broken Girl

Alcohol to numb the pains. Cigarettes to taste something other than hate. Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head. Makeup to hide the broken girl inside. So put together, so stylish, so grown up and mature. Little did they know that girl was always manic, depressed, and anxious. Giving her body with no meaning just to escape herself. She felt beautiful on the outside, but like a raging storm on the inside. Her brave front for everyone to see on the outside comes naturally after so long. Just sometimes, she could not push back the overflow of brokenness from her non-healing wounds. One more cigarette, one more night for temporary relief, only to be followed with guilt.