As she goes into her room, she turns on the radio, the same depressing tunes play the same beat as the song before.
She changes her appearance as she takes of her clothes she looks in the mirror, the same face shes looked at for years, everyday she wishes it would change, the shape isnt right and her nose if disfigured, she looks at her body, her stomach holds too much weight, her legs have grown from what used to dance to just carrying her from day to day, holding her overgrown stomach and her disfigured face. Why cant she see what everyone else says is beautiful?
She dress’ and crawls to her bed remembering everything shed dealt with that day. Working for nothin but to please others who never seem happy, they dont realize what they do to her, they dont see it. The pain and hurt that grows inside her. She begins to cry remembering everything she used to be, but mostly what it fealt like to be happy.
She picks up the knife, as she stairs at the shiny blade she remembers all the times shed said this will be the last time, i wont ever do it again… i promise…
The silver blade slips into the skin and releases the red liquid that flows freely, releasing all her pain, her friends surround her as she stairs at the pictures. Their all so far away, so distant. The pain drips on her sheets, trying to think of another excuse of why theres red stains all over them. She digs at her imperfect body trying to remember the happiness that used to surround her. Her minds blank. The blade is swallowed by the pain, if only it would never come back….