Her sleeve slips
Her scars show
People stare
People judge
Picks herself up
She’s been through worse
She is an artist
Her skin is the canvas
The blood is the paint
Her scars are her pain
The scars are memories of the words that hurt
Past reminders of a cruel world
She smiles
Picks up the blade
Tears still fall, but the smile is real
Blood flowing from her wrists
The pain is too great
Another angel falls from grace