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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