She is going out tonight

For one last time.

She decorates her face with tears

That twinkle and shine with red.

The blood she cut away from the seams of her soul.

And she dresses her hair

With many bones.

The last thing her family left for her

Before they too left.

She is draped with chains, holding her down

Though she still walks

As she waits for the drugs

To do their job.

She is ugly.

She is fat.

She is never good enough.

She is me.

I am going out tonight

For one last time.