Hidden Darkness

She is gone

Are you happy now for what you have done.

Leaving someone broken who can now trust no one.

You point and laugh at her making her cry.

'What have I done to you?' she wonders why.

She fakes a smile everyday but behind her smile is where the pain lays.

She tells no one.

She is afraid.

She waits until she gets home to break down holding her pillow tight.

She tries to reassure herself everything will be alright.

She closes her eyes and tries to sleep but is haunted by the words that cut her deep.

Ugly, fat, worthless printed in her head as she wished to be dead.

She runs to her bathroom and locks the door.

She didn't want to live anymore.

She holds the blade in her hand.

She brings the blade to her wrist thinking in her mind she will not be missed.

She continues to cut, blood oozing and dripping on the floor.

Her mind screaming telling her it is not worth it anymore.

Her vision is blurred from the flow of tears that pour down cheeks and land on the floor with a patter.

Everything now doesn't matter.

Each cut is now deeper.

She is growing weaker.

She can no longer see, her vision is black.

Her body goes limp.

She is gone.

She is gone all because they made fun.