She sits
The need to be seen
To be touched
To be reminded that she still exists
Eats at her
Her body is a broken mess of  sharp edges
Eyes thickly lined in black
Stomach drawn in
Lips painted the color of ***
Hoping her foundation will cover her sin
And she wonders
Could anyone find this tragedy beautiful?

I am she
The girl with the scarred skin
Could anyone find this body beautiful?
Playing Russian roulette with death
I am easy to forget
Body used as currency
I pay for a moment of their affection
Their touch burns my skin
But I'm a glutton for pain so I let them in
And I hate myself for this
But I really only know how to exist when I am wanted

She sits
Eyes cast downward
Lest someone see the truth that lie behind them
See the fear
And the shame
The need to be held
To be loved
To be somebody's somebody
Eats at her
And she is broken
And sad
And lonely

I am she