Stranger!

She sits alone. No one approaches her, they watch with cautious interest but they don't make a move towards her. Her hair cascades dark down her back, her make up is black and makes her green eyes shine through more clear then any surface. Water in her eyes run slowly down her cheeks pulling her make up with it smearing a cloudy line down her porcelain face. No one sees  her tears though they are hidden by her hair by her pride by her lies of 'I'm Okay'. The sleeves of her hoodie  are down her arm the cuff held at her knuckles. Pain Sears she knows what it is from. If only someone else did. Slowly and with a shaking hand she pulls the sleeve back.  She inhales deeply with hurt as the material rubs on tender flesh. Her Shoulders shake with relentless tears as her eyes fall on thick, red, bloody and jagged cuts up and down like multiple games of tic tac toe. The blood still flows as is drips to the table her tears mixing with the blood. They continue to look on opinionising, judging filling their heads with thoughts of a girl they know nothing about. They see a girl who wears dark make up because it's the in thing,  wears a hoodie because she wants to be popular with whatever cliche is in to that and cuts because someone will give her attenion. What they don't see is a girl drowning, slipping falling from grip. A girl whose thoughts are as black and dark as her make up. A girl who wants to die. They care less about her then she cares for them. She is on the outside craving to be inside uncomfortable in her on body and a stranger in her own mind.