I'm the most beautifully hideous girl in the world. Remember me?

Don't you remember the girl with the broken smile and cracked over mind that spewed an electrical charge of chaos that was really meaning to be a Victorian elegance? Don’t you remember my lipglass smeared lips from kissing all those other pretty girls and boys who I would never be? I was that girl. I was that girl crying over and after every kiss that meant nothing and never would. Don’t you remember? My tears were charcoal down the porcelain and chalk against the board. My butchered limbs and protruding wire bones made you vomit and ask me why until I punished myself for ever being me.
Cut. Starve. Purge. Purge. Cut. Starve.
I'm sure you remember now because of how I looked after. Afterwards I just became the cold bitch with the choker bruise neck and beautiful blood rivers on her wrists.

I WAS THAT FUCKING GIRL!
I WAS THAT FUCKING ADDICTION WHO YOU COULD STILL NEVER LOVE!

Do you remember now? I was the girl that afterwards you could make fun of all day because I could never meet your goddamn standards of perfection for myself let alone you. I had no control. I had not enough. I had nothing to offer. I was just the girl in the corner, who you couldn’t help but simply and brutally force away from her dance with destruction for a reality so cold it frostbit her heart, so you asked “Does it hurt?” and she screamed, “Yes it hurts fucker, and I love it like it was my lover!”

I WAS THAT FUCKING GIRL!
I WAS THAT FUCKING ADDICTION WHO YOU COULD STILL NEVER LOVE!

You must remember now. I was the girl lying in a coffin staring up at you, missing your hand against my heart, while you just laughed it off saying I’d never meet your superiority because we were unequal and I was nothing. Nothing to you. Nothing to me.

I WAS THAT FUCKING GIRL!
I WAS THAT FUCKING ADDICTION WHO YOU COULD STILL NEVER LOVE!

Just remember now, her name was Corina. Her eyes were cut out to be stars faded into storms. A mind like a diamond and a face like an angel but you’ll never see what really lies beneath. Gutter glitter mouth strangles the truth so she chokes on her words and never says a word. She’s the most imperfect perfectionist that ever there was and a massacre for the media. Never surrender. Never give in. Never fuck up.

I WAS THAT FUCKING GIRL!
I WAS THAT FUCKING ADDICTION WHO YOU COULD STILL NEVER LOVE!

Just remember her. Remember that it’s your fault. The girl that you once loved is now the devil you hate. And this devil you hate is yourself staring straight back in that shattered mirror lying in your lap.