Shot.
Take a sip.
Open the can.

Look back down at your phone,
Reread that message over and over again.
You relive the pain every time you see it.
What did you do wrong,
Did you do too much, too little?

Another shot.
Take a gulp.
Down it.

Why did you wear that one outfit?
He probably didn’t approve.
Why did you hang out with your friends?
He wanted to spend all his time with you.

Shot after shot after shot.
Take a drink
Crack another cold one.

You always mess it up.
He gave you multiple chances.
And you still manage to mess it up.
What’s wrong with you?
You need to change yourself,
Or no boy will ever want you.
Fix yourself.

What number is this?
Take the whole bottle.
The case is empty.