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Never enough, never right,
not pretty enough, worthless.

I feel empty,
hollow as a dark well.

I feel pain,
anger I don't understand.

Look in the mirror
who do I see:

Small girl, brown hair,
strangely empty eyes,
and lips that are unfamiliar
to the feel of a smile.

Razor blade in hand,
arm exposed.

Can feel the pulse,
beneath my fingertips.

Slowly carve one letter- I
press down gently, not too hard.

Keep carving, H-A-T, blood appears,
continue, feeling nothing;
E-Y-O.

One more letter I carve slowly,
almost lovingly, watch the blood travel
in drips down my arm- U.

Finished, I wipe away the blood,
then hide my weapon, hide the wound.

Who do I hate,
you don't know me.

It could be anyone,
but only I know the truth...
it's myself...