Slice

Not about me

She stares at her reflection,
Sees an overlively face.

Her hips are too wide,
Her stomach is huge,
Her clothes look too tight.

She's ashamed,
She picks up the knife.

She looks at her bleeding wrists,
Makes slice after slice.

She stares in the mirror,
Not seeing sunken eyes.

Blood drips on the floor,
She curses the sky.

She isn't happy,
Her father's never proud.

She pulls up her pants legs,
Cuts to the bone,
Continues to cut.

She grins and lets the blood drip.

Her heart rate is dropping,
Her grey heart is dying.

She closes her eyes,
But for once she's not crying.