Nothing

She stormed into the room,
her eyes filled with tears.
She could hear the screams of her mother,
filling her with anger and fear.

She locked the room,
shaking inside.
Her hands were cold,
as she turned to her side.

Drawers opened,
as she started her search.
No longer convinced
of her own self-worth.

She found what she was looking for,
its blade glinted in the dark.
The screams continued,
why’d it go this far?

Her mother was pounding,
on the locked wooden door.
Screaming more insults,
like she always had before.

The metal stopped,
just by her wrist,
Afraid and unsure
if she should really do this.

She took a breath,
and the knife met her skin.
Warm red met cold steel,
looks like nobody wins.

Her mother always told her,
she wasn’t worth anything.
That girl believed her,
and killed herself,
because she thought she was nothing.