She sat all alone,
On the bathroom floor,
Her pain was so deep-
She couldn't take anymore.
He didn't love her,
His "love"was all fake,
He said she was ugly,
She was just a mistake.
She felt so empty,
This life wasn't fair,
It would be so much better,
If she just wasn't there.
So she set his picture,
On the floor by her side,
All the pain she felt,
She could no longer hide.
So down went the blade,
Into her soft skin,
She released all the hurt,
That she kept within.
Cutting too deep,
She rolled onto her back,
Closing her eyes,
She let it all go black.
He'd said she was ugly,
For way too long,
She'd begun to believe him,
Even though he was wrong.
"I'll be pretty for you,"
Was her final vow,
So holding out her arms,
She whispered, "Am I beautiful now?"
