Why? -
The blood drips
Her tears fall
The names swim around her mind
Freak
Loner
Fat
Ugly
The deeper the cut,
The more satisfaction.
She likes the decorations
Her friends ask:
'why?'
'promise me you wont?'
She doesn't get it
She is beautiful without the scars
With her curves
With her flaws
She sets down the blade
She goes a week without it
She feels different
She feels happy
She doesn't touch the blade again
She doesn't like the red monster.
She now understands why they asked her:
Why?
