it's late and i can't help missing myself
the happy girl i was before i became this shell of my old self
you told me i was stupid, ugly,
worthless
that word scratches at me
a horrid screech, like nails on a chalkboard
nails that you hammered into me
each one, a reminder of how i will never be worth anything to you
and ever since you left,
i haven't been worth anything to me, either
