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        the small girl looked into the mirror.

        she saw beauty.

        and as she watched the light dance in her eyes,

        as the light reflected off her pale skin,

        she was then awakened with a new sense of security,

        a new thought of outer perfection.

        she was at the age of fifteen,

        finding herself alone in silence,

        her quiet sobs echoing off the walls.

        daddy had beat her,

        mommy had cursed her,

        and the girls at school made it no better.

        she was scared,

        afraid,

        a little anxious of her own mind.

        all she had wanted was a little love,

        just as she had gotten at the age of three.

        the small little girl still grew,

        her body and mind changing.

        daddy became an alcoholic,

        mommy had passed away,

        and she was left with those

        hateful girls at school.

        she was titled a burden,

        a simple mistake from the womb.

        

        but as she hauled herself into the floor,

        agony spilling from her chest,

        she cried.

        she disposed of her breakfast,

        she shed a few drops of blood,

        and still she had not broken.

        but now,

        as her room of silence surrounded her-

        she felt the need to break.

        

        and she was needy,

        desperate for some type of love,

        for some type of help,

        she pained herself each and everyday

        to feel.

        she stumbled to her feet,

        and made her way to the mirror on the wall.

        her eyes closed over the most horrific sight of all.

        ocean-like eyes were painted into a storm,

        her smile had so suddenly faded.

        she remember how lovely she had

        looked at the age of three,

        when things weren't so difficult,

        and on her lips was an innocent smile.

            

        and the girl had realized what a mistake she was making,

        that true beauty does not appear from the outside,

        rather from the inside,

        and finally to where your heart may go.

        and so she simply regretted the outlines of her ribs,

        and the shallow marks she had laid upon her wrists.

        she wanted to replace the darkness in her eyes,

        and the smiles she used to hide.

        she had set her sights on dying,

        but ending up trying.

       

        oh how simple words can burn you,

        oh how a bit of love can save you.

        and so the small little girl,

        now so mature and beautiful,

        learned to write her problems away.

       

        but on the worst of those nights,

        her life took a sharp turn;

        she had made an awful decision

        to ending it all.

        and as she lied on that bathroom floor,

        blood spilling from her veins,

        she just wished that life could've been

        that 'easier' way.

        her sobs were quiet,

        her heartbeat severed down,

        everyone did not know the mistake

        the girl had just made.

        no one saw it coming,

        no one could've figured it out,

        all they would want to ask

        is why she had killed herself.

I wrote this about a certain girl...and how she kind of struggles through life.

And if you're reading this, please, do us all a favor-

and please don't kill yourself.