All she felt was pain
A fading smile
Cuts and burns she wears like armor
Feelings of imperfection that make her feel like she will never be good enough
She was used and bruised and thrown away
She mourns in the night
Feelings of happiness vanquish
Feelings of agony and self-destruction take over
She wants if all to end
Her palms shaking as she holds the weapons
She takes a razor to her skin one last time
Lifts the gun to her head
Her last words were "I'm Sorry"
She felt guilt but she would rather end her life
She pulled back the trigger and now she is gone
Soon unknown
Nonexistent
