She wakes up at
The earliest hour, just to do her makeup. She dabs her eyes with a tissue; she's just been through a breakup. She thinks she's stay strong to move on. Or at least pretend to be. Whatever, sure. She perfects her foundation and tries to forget how she cried herself to sleep the night before. She sprays on her Juicy perfume, and tries to look her best. She wants to show her ex that she's better than the rest She pours on the foundation to cover her freckles The ones she thought were cute until he said they weren't. She looks herself in the eyes and just can't seem to hide the hurt. She steps into the shower, and all the memories come flooding back. The ones where she and him were happy, The ones the future her would lack. She lays on the black eyeliner, which almost hides her eyes. She thinks it looks pretty, but she just looks like she's in disguise. She wears skin tight pants and shirts, so tight that you can see though. She cuts herself with a knife, because she thinks her life is so blue. She starves herself, almost to death. Because she thinks that you will like it. But in reality, in the real tough world, she's a sick little floppy puppet. She needs your help, she needs your embrace. Without you, she's an empty case. She's falling apart, she's coming undone, she doesn't feel secure. Boy, why oh why can't you see
What you are doing to her?