First cut........

Shes changed..all her friends lost..everybody hates her... shes mean..shes cold..yes shes a drama queen..fake smiles during the day..tears at night..why has she changed..why cant she see..no one understands not even herself..why cant she be like she used to be...why cant she be like them...she thinks about cutting...how would it feel..razor or knife..what would be better...she constantly fights with the voice inside..whether to do it or whether to not...why cant she be normal...be a normal girl with friends of her own..why is she always ignored...she goes into her bedroom..looks around for a razor...spots one...picks it up...hmm should she do it..she feels it with her finger...yes very sharp..she puts it to her skin and lightly slides it..oh wow it really doesn't hurt...but look at the little lines of blood..she chooses another spot... and another...she decides thats enough and goes to put a band aid on...there thats better..hope no one notices...hope it doesn't scar..she covers it with her sleeve and thinks...hmm will i ever do that again...maybe...no one cares..how can they..they all left..shes mean..shes cold..why do they care about a girl like her....for now all she can do is think..and wonder when the next time will be...