He came running back to her, but it was too late.

She picked herself up, she ran to safety.

 He was the epitome of her hurt.

She bled out her heart to him, but he left her empty, in the dark, abandoned.

She was stuck in the moment with him, she was drunk on the idea that only he could fix her.

She broke herself fighting for them, when he walked away from the start.

The angel consumes the empty bottles, the shattered pieces.

They pierce her skin, but there is no pain.

It is only numb. 

She´s adapted to the wound, but it´s stopped bleeding.

The blood flows into the drain, drowning a girl I once knew.