She thinks she's ugly
when she doesn't
look like them
She beats her soul out
she has nothing,
she won't fit in.
She thinks her mirror
image is uglier
than she is
but now she's dead inside
her soul is distant
Her eyes are painful
from the tears she shed.
Her wounds are clotted
from the blood she's bled.
Her cries are soft
and her heart is tender.
Her lips are
sown together,
her soul has surrendered.
She doesn't care
about living and
she doesn't care about dying
And She'll never find
the strength to end her crying