Like a knife

the words pierce her heart
like a knife
the words she tells herself
because everyone else lies.
she's not beautiful, or pretty,
her voice isn't good,
she won't be happy soon.
the voices in her head take over
and the truth is revealed.
the ugly, stupid, horrible girl
stares at the mirror with tears in her eyes.
cry, cry,
they want to see you cry.
the words pull at her hair and cut at her legs
almost as if it were physical.
a razor to the wrist
to stop the words.
and the sweet silence takes its place
with the deep,
deep emptiness.
she's numb again, she's realized
and her head aches from the strain
if she's numb, if it's dull,
why does it hurt?