Damaged Goods.

“The face in the mirror is not brave, but we crave contact with her skin…” And while she’s got a brain like Einstein, her body is a sin. Constantly looked at for her curves & backside, everyone believes that she’s down with that life. Willing to be the video girl, just to add excitement to her world. If everyone knew that she sat at home, drinking coffee & spending nights alone, the popularity would decrease & the constant phone calls would cease. She’d be alone with her own thoughts, and maybe a couple of tequila shots. To block out the pain and the memories of that night, the one that ended in more than just a fight. The bruises and torn clothes, but to keep silent is what she chose. Never tell anyone about her pain, and how all she sees constantly is a sky full of rain. But to everyone else, she’s all love and smiles, but step into her shoes and you wouldn’t last a mile. So while the boys crave to touch her, the senses on her body are broken from the one night when she was completely blinded. The one night when the vodka easily slid down her throat, with a slight burn and a sudden choke. And the blunt rolled up easily and the fumes were nice, but those intoxicating things weren’t her only vice. So when she woke up the morning after with a splitting headache and only half of her attire, she knew that she was only wanted by a boy in order to fulfill their burning desire. And the words of her latest conquest came flowing in, “The face in the mirror is not brave, but we crave contact with her skin…”