"But you're so beautiful."
Every man, every day. And she hates it, because it's all a lie. Their words are empty, just like her. But she smiles, and looks away. Women like her, women who seem to have it all, the truth is that they're the ones that are silently begging to disappear. Inside, she's dreadful to the eye. And no one knows it better than her. Battered, bruised pieces of shattered conscience and failings, and no amount of beauty could fix it. But she pretends. Pretending is every woman's greatest skill.
"I love you."
The three words she hates to hear. She's heard them countless times, and where has it left her? Alone. She hates it even more because she can't offer anything in return. She gave herself away long ago, to a man who took it and cast it aside in one swift motion. And all she retains is a shell. And that's all that people see, so she gives it away to any man who thinks they can please her. She's just numb to it all now-pain doesn't hurt if it's the onl