Unfortunate Girl

The voices calling me are always nothing but cold insults and curses. "Monster," "mother killer," and... "a woman without emotions." "Smile. You wouldn't be bullied if you could do that." The bully's dirty shoe tramples on the scars from my self-harm cuts. A searing pain. But the pain deep in my chest is even worse. When night becomes unbearable, I take a blade in my hands. When I cut my wrist, along with the blood, the breath trapped in my heart overflows, and for just a moment, I can breathe. "If only I could die tomorrow." I wish for this every night before sleep, yet God has abandoned me again today. After all, a "monster" like me has no will to live left anyway.