I’m scared of dying

I’m tired of crying

I look in her eyes

She says I’m lying

She says I’m ugly

She says I’m a *****

I leave the mirror

And slit my wrists

She left her mark

I felt her sting

The voice in my head

Urges me to bring

The blade to my arm

Not sure if I’m living

I go to sleep

I wake up again

I go see her

For another conversation.