Fat

Fat they called her,
Flat face and ugly.
She hated it,
Loathed it, detested it, despised it.
At school she put on an act,
Being the class clown and messing around.
No one realised how much it hurt her,
No one saw the scars.
At home she would sit in her room,
Crying and pondering over why people would be so malicious,
So malevolent.
She would cut her arms,
Her side and legs as well.
Each time she did it harder,
Dug deeper and deeper into her skin.
Until one day she took it to the next level,
She slit her wrists.
And died.