You’re ugly. You’re fat. You’re not important. You’re not loved. You don’t matter anymore. These thoughts, these horrible thoughts rummage around in her head daily, never giving her a break. The words and thoughts wanting to break her, shatter her to little pieces, so when she tries to put herself back together like before the pieces can make her bleed. No amount of alcohol, sex, drugs, or taking the blade to her own wrist can stop the thoughts running through her head. So she will drown and wait till the pieces are smaller instead of the big pieces that she already put back. Waiting till the darkness can swallow her.