Four cuts for the parents she never had.

One cut for the boyfriend who used her for her body.

A cut for every nasty name towards her.

Two cuts for her hate of her own beautiful body.

Four turns into nine.

One turns into seven.

Two turns into ten.

The amount continues to grow.

But one smile, one smile can fake it all.

One hoodie can cover it all

Until, well, until she’s gone.

Until the final breath, the last drop of blood.

Then is she truly free?

Or is her story going to repeat, but in another body?