"she's a monster"

it hurts, seeing him with her. But i know he's happy, and that's all I could ever ask for, right?
It's the nights when i'm all alone, with his picture in hand, that hurt the most. Running my fingers over the scars on my wrist and everywhere else, remind me it was for the best. But listening to them talk about me? Making me into some sort of monster?

Maybe they're right

Maybe there is something wrong with me.