Asymmetrical

xii

She picks up a knife,
About to make her first cut.
She recalls her tetanus vaccine
Has not been given for a year.

She brushes the thought aside,
Trembling hands she takes the knife.
Slicing it through her pale skin
Tattooing a scar that'll always stay.

Scars are better than people
At least they stay forever
When she's buried next month
Unlike her boyfriend who left her.

A laugh escapes her bruised lips,
Lips that were kissed by him,
As the tiles are stained with blood
She's hurting the person she hates.

She now understands why
Cutting is so damn addictive.
It brings her a joy that
She had never known she could feel.

Part of her screams with the
Pain of the unhealing injuries.
The other half laughs as she
Strikes up a permanent wound.

And aren't we all just like her
Parts of us torn apart.
One caring, the other daring
Making us beautiful and asymmetrical.

-A girl who prefers watching from the sidelines.

A/N: don't you just love title references