Two and two

She looks up..
Staring back at her...
is her reflection.
What she sees..
She doesn't like..
She cannot change it..
But that doesnt stop her.

The glint off the metal..
Is bright..
Like a star..
She picks it up..
It's cool..
to hold..
it's sharp..
to the touch.

Her skin in soft..
The purest..
Of whites..
Its delicate..
like silk..
She puts two..
and two together.

The white of her skin..
is suddenly disturbed..
A single red line..
Like the single star..
In the new night sky..
One drop falls.

Piercing pain..
It sears..
and it burns..
Her hand drops..
And so does she..
The line..
meets a friend..
The only one she'll ever know.

A gush falls..
from the line..
Down her arm..
The pain subsides..
As she presses down..
With her other hand..
It stops..
and so does she.

Her anger gone..
FLoating away.
Amongst the stars..
As she clears up the room..
And hides..
The evidence.

Its not really I poem I no, but its about my past.