No tittle

She feels worthless.
Self destruction.
Always wishing she was perfect.
Perfect weight.
108.

Looking in the mirror.
She wishes she was someone else.
Not this imperfect welp.
Hating everything she sees.

People tell her she's beautiful...
She silently thinks they are full of crap.
She wants to end it all.
She's just hit the wall.

When she's all alone.
The blade slices through her skin.
In places people would see if she was thin.

Her way upper thigh is covered in scars.
Beauty is what she thinks they are.
Thats her art.
Her cuts come from her heart.