she was lost

and she didn't know what she felt

anymore, she was happy

one minute and sad the next.

she would never tell

anyone how she felt, she kept

everything to herself because she

didn't want to trouble others.

she stopped looking

at the mirror because their words

"ugly" and "fat" among others would

ring in her ears.

she had lost so much

and gained so little. she felt

that she wasn't enough for the others

as well for herself.

she would laugh

and she would smile but

deep down she knew those laughter

were empty and those smiles

were a lie.

she started tainting

her wrists with lines of crimson red,

hoping that it would relieve

her of her mental pain.

she wanted to escape

their vicious remarks and their

constant attacks, she wanted all the

pain to be gone.

she deserved to live

just as much as you and i do,

but the hate and cruelty around her

suffocated her to death.