She never meant to be this way. But she understood why everyone hated her, why she was so alone. Her face slipped into her hands and she cried for a few minutes before grabbing her scissors turning the music up loud and rolling up her pants.
She deserved this.
She forced the scissors down into her leg as hard as she could.
She needed this, the pain, the scissors tearing open her skin,
She gasped quietly in pain, drowned out by the music,
her eyes watered as she drove them deeper and deeper over and over as she began crying.
She couldn't help it.
She needed this.
If she died no one would miss her anyway.
It wasn't anyone's fault, it had to be hers. She didn't want anyone to worry. Maybe tonight would be too much. After all, how long before she went too deep? Behind cotton candy hair, emerald eyes shed tears as everything faded. Truth be told she just couldn't take it anymore.