The Girl.

She looks in the mirror and sees all her 'flaws';

Eyes empty, heart broken.

They told her again she wasn't good enough;

Hands shaking, words unspoken.

The scars on her skin are still visible;

Tears streaming, mind racing.

She lets out a one last cry for help;

Heart aching, heart yearning.

Silence devours the room;

Pain gone, girl gone...



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