Not A Pretty Girl

Razor in her pocket
Toothbrush in her hand.
She forces herself to
Stare at the mirror -
Hoping that something
Prettier than the truth
Will stare staight back.
Invisible fat hangs
Off her legs,
Her stomach bruised
From punches filled
With self hate.
Each letter of his name
Become visable in her wrist
As red bubbles to the surface
Of her skin.
So many lies,
So many tears -
Love was never meant
To be like this.
Make-up smears down her face
As she walks forwards.
Bent over the toilet
Is the only way
To be thin.
The song in her mind
Is stuck on repeat.
Blood rushes to her head,
Her ears start to ring.
Pushing bottles, razors
And broken glass aside,
She reaches a hand
Towards one of he
Boxes filled with pills.
Each packet looks so appealing
As she reads \"Quick effective pain relief.\"

If only he had told her
That she was beautiful.
Maybe then it would
Be different.