There she is in the corner.
Crying.
Unloved.
Bleeding.
She has scars on her arm.
A hole in her heart.
She feels hurt.
She wants to die.
Because of what they call her.
"Ugly"
"Fat"
"You have no friends"
"Whore"
These words echo in her head.
She's heard them so much.
Too much.
She's begun to believe them.
She stopped going to school.
She became a drug addict.
And alcoholic.
Hoping the pain would go away.
She decided to change.
She percervered.
She's lost weight.
She feels beautiful...
She is beautiful...
I am beautiful!
