she withers away
mind
and
body
she hears the whispers
of her once
beloved friends
-now the only love she gets
is the tug of her razor
across her skin-
they say things like
"what happened to her,"
and
"she used to be so happy,"
but they are wrong
nothing happened to her
and i can guarantee
that she was never happy
she just got tired
of the fake her
that seamlessly
took over her life