Unnoticed

She sat alone in the dark, watching the blood drip from her sliced skin

She  wondered if anyone , any where would ever would see the pain she was in.

Her mother and father often looked upon her with depressed and disappointed eyes, droopy with the knowledge that she wasnt perfect.

Oh, but perfection, perfection, the mighty word.

which is able to raze towers and conquer even the mightiest of swords,

what is perfection, and all its rewards?

Perfection is life and life is pain.

were all the struggles she went through, was it all in vain?

weary eyed and tired, her heart was lacking love.

she collapsed to the ground, "IS IT BETTER UP THERE? UP ABOVE?"

Her tears  flowed and she saw everything as it was,

So many lies, her heart had begun to hurt,

she stared into her mirror, into the lifeless reflection,

it knew all too well what she was about to do.

she gave up her happiness and lost all her vigor,

and with sodden eyes she picked up her scissors.

"maybe..I'm already dead." she said with a sigh

she was sick of the torture, sick of her pain

she looked at her scars and counted again.

one hundred and ninety three was the end result, they were all over her body:her arms, her legs, and her stomach.

she had done such a thing so many times

she could no longer feel, she had turned numb.

maybe she was a mistake, not  supposed to be alive.

maybe..just once more. one last cut.

"Will God give me love?" she asked aloud

so engrossed was she, in self made horror that she had not noticed the door was ajar and peeking through it was a little girl, equally red.

she was in shock to see big sister, crying and bled.

She burst through the door and embraced her sad sister,

"Dont leave me!" she cried. "don't leave me alone!"

thoughts influxed the big sister's mind,

"what have I done?"

and it was too late, her eyes faded and she heard the muffled scream

of her younger sister, who couldn't wake from her dream.