Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine.

                                                She chose cigarettes over the food.
                                                She chose to dream over the reality.
                                                She chose loneliness over the people.
                                                She chose to cut over crying.
                                                She chose to do nothing over trying.
                                                She chose to be herself over being fake.
                                                                                  That's how she lost herself.
                                                She chose to look away when she could cry.
                                                                 She doesn't know what she is anymore.
                                                She is locked out. Disconnected.
                                                She will change. She will be strong. And never broken again.