Realistic picture

She woke up one morning feeling ugly as can be.
She thought to herself, what is wrong with me.
She wants to be skinny and nonetheless, pretty
She doesn't want people to give her pity.

She looks in the mirror and starts to cry
Why, why can't I just die?
The mirror cracks as she hits it with her hand.
Then she sees something that isn't so bland.

She gets the knife and cuts her wrist.
Maybe now she will get her bliss.
She takes her blood and fills the cracks.
Maybe this is what the mirror lacked.

She looks up now and starts to wonder
What will happen if this is what she sunders.
Will she look any better through the little pieces.
As she opens her eyes her crying decreases.

The blood is there, so now she's pretty
She thinks to herself am I actually witty.
She looks at her wrist then back at the mirror
Now everything has become clearer.

She falls to the floor hoping to die so she can break free
She wonders if she will soon get a visit from banshee.
I know how she feels, I know her all too well
Possibly, because this girl is me and this is my farewell.