There was a girl,
who did not like her friend very much.
She would sit in her room,
thinking of everything she hates about her.
She would watch her claw at her skin,
as if... growing new skin would change everything.
She clawed her skin off,
inch by inch.
It hurts,
but it was nothing compared to what it was on the inside.
She smiled at the river of blood,
thinking,
someone needs to be doing something about that endless river of blood.
Little did she know,
those blood were hers.
