she hides her pain
behind a mask of explosive
apathy.
"i don't f*****g care!" she screams
punching the wall
and bleeding from her knuckled heart.
her razor sharp tongue
cuts across her skin
and releases
some of her
screams.
the scars will remind her
how desperate life
can be.
"i don't f*****g care" she insists
throwing her glasses to the wall
and shattering the silences.
with a determined grimace
she twists the pieces of metal frame
'til they snap
and places the razor edge to her skin.
"i don't f*****g care" she shouts
above the voices that mock her.
the hands that reach out to her
are thrashed violently away.
so
i step aside and watch
pieces of her die.