Girl Unknown

She’s a loner, a selfish fucking cunt who no one really understands, not her parents, not her friends not even her fucking teachers. She walks through the halls of the school, her home, down the street with her fucking Head held down. To embarrassed to show her true self to the worldHer real self, the girl who everyone calls ugly. The girl who will never find love, who will never make anything of herself. The girl who will forever be an ugly fucking duckling, She’s home, She sits in her room every night crying, trying to understand why this had to happen to her. She looks in the mirror and all she can see if shattered glass, The same glass that she used to slit her wrists the night before, Hoping that the glass would soak up all the pain that she hoped to have spilled through her blood. Not sure if it worked, she grabs the last shard of glass and after three or four stabs to her heart she finally understands. No one called her ugly, no one thought she was ugly, She herself felt and called herself ugly. When all she had to do is look inside the broken mirror and see her real self. It’s too late now; she is lying on the floor, On the floor bleeding to death. No one is there to help her, to hold her To hear the screams coming from her slit throat. She sees a black shadow and calls for help Who is that black shadow? Is it her soul? Is her soul being carried away to what they call hell? Was she really too selfish to end up in heaven? Time will only tell, but for this girl her story will forever remain untold. As she ended her pain through the only means she knew possible, Cutting the pain out and placing it upon something else. Something who had no name, no heart, no soul, just a black shadow of her former self, With no path, no means of knowing where to go, just lost and floating around for all eternity.