She looks at her reflection in the fagged up mirror.
She just came out of the shower
Even thigh she took one before the dance.
She came home crying
All her make-up staining her already red face.
Her hair messed up from running and
pushing people away.
She wipes the steam away
her already moist hands feeling the cold water.
She shivers in her damp towel,
Thinking about the brisk Autumn night.
She hops in the shower
After pushing her family away.
Turning on the hot water
Sliding down the rim of the bathtub
Letting the water hit her face, like pouring rain at night.
She jumps onto the cold marble sing
Brings her knees as close to her chest as she can.
Wanting to be smaller than
He makes her feel.
She starts to wash her hurt body, once again
But instead she reached for her razor
She just stairs at it holding it in her shaking hands.
She never felt this way before.
She stares at her face,
Red eyes, black eyeliner and mascara
Still being rolled down her face.
Running with salty tears.
She brings the razor up to her legs,
Swiftly pushes in and slits the
Skin where no one will notice,
No one ever notices.
She wishes she never believed him
People told her he was no good.
Just a messed up jerk
The were right,
Look where she is now.
She watched the blood come up to the surface of her skin.
The blood makes a crimson line of red.
Water splashes the blood and makes it run down her leg. She watches.
She spreads her legs.
Looking at the newly made scar.
Thinking what a stupid thing to do.
"oh but if felt so good"
She breaths hard trying to let out all her tears.
She gets off the sink,
Unlocks the door,
Walks down the cold, dark, hallway,
To her room.
She closes the door behind her.
Quietly trying not to be heard
She walks to her bed
Pulls a blanket over her bare body
And closes her eyes.
