she never wore shorts,
skirts or swimsuits
nothing too revealing

she always wore tights,
jeans or jumpers
anything to keep her covered.

she wore sweaters
all year 'round
whether it was burning hot
or freezing cold.

scars were her new skin color
her blade was her best-friend
and she night it kissed her -
deeply
passionately
and sweetly.

a fake smile
plastered on her face
like a permanent mask.

she had few friends
yet she trusted no-one
they thought she was getting better
but she was only getting worse.

she was slowly fading away
with whatever wind
that flew her way.