Destruction

She stared in the mirror, quickly
Wiping away a tear.
She remembered the taunts of her classmates
The taunts she had to hear.

A random thought… and
A sigh: “Perhaps they’re right.
Perhaps I’m ugly. Maybe I’m fat…
Why even bother to put up a fight?

I’ll never be happy
Not while I’m like this
There’s only thing
That’ll get me out of this fix.”

She held out one pale, shaking hand
And took a razor from a drawer;
And as she brought it to her skin
The tears… they began to pour.

The clear, salty water
Dripped onto her thigh
And mixed with the blood –
Her last lullaby.

Her mother walked in and,
With a gasp, grabbed the tool
That caused all this destruction…
That turned her into a fool.

But it was too late
The damage was done.
But little did she know
That the worst was to come.