Overcome

"Fuck up"
she writes on her stomach in black nail polish
She hopped into the shower of steaming hot water
and burned herself with her nails
scratching at every part of skin
Burning pretty red lines where white used to be
It's well hidden behind her fake smile
No one can tell she's hiding the truth
They wouldn't understand
they wouldn't care
they would laugh at her
Laugh at her pain
Laugh at her suffering
They think she can't hear the whisperers
their wrong
She grabs her lipstick and writes
"WHORE"
in crimson red right over her face in the mirror
"You're a whore. Nobody loves you."
She chants glaring at the mirror
reaching for her blade, her friend
she cuts a small line through
"FUCK UP"
on her stomach
"You're a bitchy whore. Nobody cares."
She chanted bringing the blade to her neck
"You're a bitchy whore who's pain has over come her. Nobody will notice."
She whispered cutting her soft flesh
blood poured as her body fell limp
"Fuck Up."
She mouthed with her last breath