// Gone //

I've drank vodka that tasted better than your bitter heart, and smoked cigarettes that smelled sweeter than your words, glided razors across my skin that were softer than your words, and swallowed pills that numbed me less than this heartbreak.

If one day you wake up and I'm gone, don't cry, don't grieve, don't write paragraphs about how much you loved me because when I was alone in the darkest hours, you weren't the one that would stay up at night to make sure I was alright. No, I wasn't worth your time.

Don't send me texts to hope that it's not real, don't call me just to hear my voice over the voice mail because one text or one phone call was all that I needed. But you couldn't have cared less. Don't say I was a wonderful girl and wonder how people could be so cruel, because in some ways, you were the reason I might have took my own life that night.