Damaged

The Ugly Truth

What does happiness feel like?

She always wondered to herself as she watched others be happy.

Walking back home, tears strolled down her sweet cheek.

Always wondering what was so wrong with her?

Why wasn't she like the others?

Stares that could kill someone.

The girl hit her, kicked her and said words that should have never been said.

Trying to put on a smile and confront her mother.

Task completed.

Walks to the bathroom and pulls out the razor.

"Dumb bitch."

"Ugly hoe"

"No one likes you"

"Go back to where you came from"

"Ew look at her, no one will ever be with her."

" Why are you still alive?"

She breaks down and just wants someone to hear her out.

Someone there for her.

Someone to just hug her and let her know everything will be okay.

She pulls the razor.

As her tears are rolling down her face.

She makes another scar on her wrists.

For months, this continues.

Broken and Bruised.

Hiding all the pain she had to endure.

She survived all the pain and torture.

She is not a warrior.

She is not a tough girl.

She is lucky.

Behind her,

Is The Ugly Truth.