“Honey, you’re just not worth anything”

She’s no star, she’s just a worn out girl with a broken heart. Piece by piece she’s ripped apart. There’s no life, she’s just an empty shell. Everyday she’s forced to live in her own personal hell. She claws at her wrists and her blood starts to burn. How much longer before she learns?
The pain doesn’t vanish; it’s always there, unlike the people who said they would always care. Everyone leaves in the end. No one’s ever there to help her mend. She hides her blue eyes behind her hair; even though she doesn’t look, she can feel them stare.
She doesn’t want a happy ending or a prince to come her way, she just wants more pills to help her through the day. She trusts too easily and cares till it’s deep. So when everyone leaves, her fall is steep.
She feels unwanted and unloved at the least, she can’t wait until the day they all say “rest in peace”. She’s been stabbed in the back and abandoned more than once, no wonder she puts up all the fronts. She’s been labelled with a price, no one wants to pay. She’s been cheated, lied to and been forced into a bed, in which she didn’t lay. She doesn’t hate anyone, only herself. She doesn’t even care for her own health.
She can’t be broken when she never was whole. She can’t fight the fights with a crumpled soul. She can’t be herself when no one loves who she is, she can’t keep hoping, when no one gives a shit.
She’s no star, she’s just a worn out girl with a broken heart. She always knew she was ruined from the start.