To write love on her arms

She has known such great pain;

Haunted dreams as a child.

The near constant presence

of Evil ever since. She has felt the touch

of awful naked men, battled depression and

addiction, and attempted suicide.

Her stomach remembers razor blades,

fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds.

Six hours after I met her, she is feeling trapped.

Two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas.

Everyone is asleep, the sun is rising,

She drinks long from a bottle of liquor.

Takes a razor blade from the table, and

locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself.

Using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large,

across her forearm.