She will fall
Like the leaves do in Autumn
And society will
Strip her, leaving her
Naked and shivering from
The winds of Winter
But she will not wither,
She will sprout again
Like the crops do in Spring
And in Summer,
She will find the strength
To grow again.

She was lost
And she didn't know what she felt
Anymore, she was happy
One minute and sad the next.

She would never tell
Anyone how she felt, she
Kept everything to herself because she
Didn't want to trouble others.

She stopped looking
At the mirror because their words
"Ugly" and "fat" among others would
Ring in her ears.

She had lost so much
And gained so little. She felt
That she wasn't enough for the others
As well for herself.

She would laugh
And she would smile but
Deep down she knew the laughter
Was empty and those smiles
Were a lie.

She started tainting
Her wrists with lines of crimson red,
Hoping that it would relieve
Her of her mental pain.

She wanted to escape
Their vicious remarks and their
Constant attacks, she wanted all the
Pain to be gone.

She deserved to live
Just as much as you and I do,
But the hate and cruelty around her
Suffocated her to death.

She was broken,
Pieces of
Her splintered heart
Floated around
As she fell to the ground
Sobbing.
But she did not
Give up,
She rose again
And
Gathered her
Shattered pieces,
Putting them
Back together
Bit by bit.
She was not broken
Anymore,
She was art;
A beautiful mosaic.

Her scars
Are not ugly.
They are beautiful,
They speak of her pain,
The battles
She valiantly fought
With herself,
Her insecurites,
Her fears,
Each of them
Tell a different story,
And they stand
Testament to the fact
That she survived
All the ordeals
She has ever
Faced.

She might be
Damaged,
Heart broken,
Scarred
And
In immense pain
But even in
Her most vulnerable state
She is beautiful
And what's most beautiful
About her is
Her strength
Her tenacity,
Her resilience
And
Her courage
Which is as vast as the ocean
As she picks herself up
From the ashes,
From the wreckage of her life,
To build herself
Once again
Against all the odds
And
Obstacles
Put against her.

You didn't just leave me,
You ripped the colors from my world,
And left me in nothing but
Darkness.

I call them the
Shades of self destruction.