Why?

As the blood drops to the floor
She puts the knife back
But won't dare look down
To see the new wound
Joining her old scars

She cries in pain
Not from the mark she's just created
But from things she has seen
Things she has done
And the things they say

As her fresh cut starts to pulse
She looks to the sky
Why?
She asks this question all too often
Why.

Why isn't she pretty like her cousins?
Why isn't she thin like her friends?
Why isn't she smart like her siblings?
Why does god always pick on her?
Why.

She will never be good enough
She will never be worthy of love
She will never find a friend she trusts
She will always be on the outside
She will always be alone

She takes the knife
As she runs it along her wrist
She wonders if she'll be missed
When she's gone
She takes a deep breath
And lets the red beads of blood fall

She looks down this time
So many scars
Horrible yet beautiful all at once
They are her battle wounds
But she fears this war will never end