Pain

Clouds of blur, the white in her eyes are red with bags, hair curly and dark, hazel voids with sadness in them and pained skin that burns to the touch. She’s beautiful most people think, she’s wonderful…the way she smiles is just beautiful, the way her hair moves and looks is beautiful but..the beauty washes away once they see the darkness on her skin..the cuts that move up her arms to her shoulders and lead onto her chest they grow more afraid when they notice her thighs are covered in them as well…she walks around her skin burns as her clothes cause the slightest friction…she’s different but no one understands that…they don’t understand the reason for her behavior or her emotions for something so small she takes it out of proportion, she lets it hang her up and eat at her alive.