Body as My Canvas

She writes her story on her skin,
The pain, hate, and despair,
When those girls clapped at her to call her a slut,
Then she makes a little cut,

She writes her story on her skin,
Her best friend smashes every thing she's ever know with her words,
She smashes her leg with a hammer,
the story she writes on her skin,
She thinks "can't I just fly with the birds?",

She hates her refection,
She knows she'll never be societies idea of perfection,
Someone compliments her,
She can't believe what they say is true,
Some boys whistle at her,
She believes they are making fun of her,

She writes her story on her skin,
Now even her family puts her down,
She looks down with a frown,
She's cutting deeper and more frequently,
She's drowning and no one notices,
All she can think to herself is they don't notice so they don't care,

One night she's had enough,
She swallows what she can find,
Then comes the dilemma,
Does she leave her cats, family, friends, and loved ones behind?
Or does she save hersel