I had my hair in a mohawk today. Bought black lipstick and an eyeliner. Tattered my jeans and wore my leather jackets with studs, spiked bracelet and colored my nails black. Acted like a badass bitch and kicked people around. Smoked weed and cigars like I don’t need lungs and drunk alcohol from the moment I woke up. Had my shoulders inked with bizarre words of Bismillah.
I turned into a fucking-son-of-a-bitch with a heart as hard as stone, to mask this emptiness and pain that you’ve cost me. The bruise in my now numb heart left me with uneasiness every time I breathe in. A twitch in my heart like a sharp knife being pushed through every time couples or even when a guy is guarding his girl from me as they pass me by. That’s how scary looking I am now. Distraught inside out. Destroyed inside out. And alone.
