Looking in the bathroom mirror,
All she saw was a freak.
An animal, not worth of anybody's time.
A weirdo who no one likes.
An ugly creature who doesn't deserve any good thing, much less love.

She saw the lifeless eyes,
She saw the sunken cheekbones.
But most of all,
She saw the scars.

And she cried.
She cried because of the truth.
The truth that no one will ever accept who she really is.
The truth that she's the ugliest creature ever made.

She cut.
She cut on her wrists,
Her stomach,
Her thighs.
She let the blood flow freely.
She doesn't care if she lose a lot of blood.
Because in her mind she says,

"We all die in the end anyways. What's the point?"