One Battle Won

Mascara streaks down her face
Puffy eyes, and dripping tears
Whimpers of pain and despair
While crumpled in a heap on the floor

Razor standing above her wrist, ready
One cut, then it's all over
No more hoping to be popular
No more starving to be thin

No more beatings from her dad
No more carelessness from her drunk mom
No more loneliness
No more endless nights of tears

One swipe
Then peace
She shakes her head
Puts the razor away

Battle won
One look in her mirror
Sorrowful smile
Then she stands up, and leaves.