"a beautiful tragedy"
they named her

she trudged into class
an hour late as usual
having dealt with her ******* father
and narcissistic mother

the bandages around her wrist
was tighter than usual
the sleeves of her shirt
was longer than usual

her smile was empty
just like she was
devoid of emotions
just empty

she wasn't always like this
she used to be bubbly
and she danced
all the time

she used to be happy

"a beautiful tragedy"
they named her.

is she you?