"its a new day" she tells herself. but this is always how it starts. optimism is easily destroyed by the harsh shadows reality has cast upon her life. such a pretty girl with pretty teeth and pretty hair, pretty clothes to cover pretty scars and pretty bruises. her pretty lips on the bottle again. this new day is already gone, when it has barely just begun. how can no one see? she hurts so bad and not even her mother can smell the stench of true unhappiness on her child's skin. she doesn't like to feel this way. in fact, she's become quite numb to it all, as if it were all some sort of obscure dream, and she could wake up at any moment. but she knows this will never happen. problems don't just vanish out of thin air. who is she kidding? her scars will never fade, her tears will never dry...but there's things for that. pretty things that can hide it all. no one will bother to look past her smiling face to see the tears that she is barely holding back. she takes another swig. to hell with this life. another swig for all the broken promises she's had to endure. one more for good luck. not that luck is ever on her side. her tiny body is feeling weak....everything is beginning to take its toll. slowly she slips into unconsciousness....but she knows she can't escape for long...for tomorrow's a new day.
