Every night she sits there, she wonders what it would be like. Would they even notice? The way they don’t notice her tears? The blood runs down her arm, numb. She stares at nothing, feels nothing, is nothing. Why? That’s all she wants to know, is why. Why don’t you care? She’s so fragile, broken up inside, and no one knows. No one cares about her.

She takes the blade and cuts deeper, feeling. Tears fall, mingling with the dark red blood. She screams, punches the mirror, cries. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing can make her feel better. Nothing can make her feel beautiful. No words. No words. No words can make her feel better. No words can make her feel beautiful. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. She is nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Deeper and deeper she cuts, feeling. She’s covered in it, feeling. Nothing hurts. It’s so beautiful. Here, covered in her own blood, she’s beautiful. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. All she can see is red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Black.

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