Late at night,
She sits in the dark,
Holding the blade,
While carving her arms.

She cries for her mommy,
Who's never there.
She looks down at her legs,
That were once so bare.

She cuts them so deep.
So deep that all she can see is blood.
She lets out a slight sigh,
And makes another cut.

She cuts once more,
Until she can't see her skin.
She feels so sore
Yet she can't hold it in.

They all think something's wrong with her,
Because she doesn't fit in.
She's just a different kind of beautiful
But it's withheld from within.

Her demons have pushed her beauty away.
So far away that she won't listen
When he says
"You look beautiful every single day"

She's now covered in blood;
That is the blackest shade of red.
For the hate
She has in her head.

Her heart is ripped at the seams
And tainted black
With a hint of green.

The green being
All that she inhales
To make the demons and the pain,
Go away.