Looks Kill Poem by Cait Secret

I look in the mirror at a girl who seems to be dying
Is that me? I ask myself.
No it can't be...
Hair like a wig

Skin dry and dark
Eyes almost as dark as coal
Thin with barely any chest
Tears running down her face

She cries as she looks at herself
She falls to her knees
Rage building up
She hates her body

She holds the knife against her cheek
A long cut red blood slowly seeps out
Another cut is made
She cuts her face as many times as she can

She hates her body even more
But with cuts she smiles
She looks better she thinks
She hold the knife to her neck

She slits her throat and falls to the floor
Dead. She's glad she won't have to look at her horrible body.
Now that she's gone she feels...
Beautiful.