Her wrist is her canvas, her razor is the paintbrush.

"Fat." whispered society at the size three girl.

"Slut." whsipered society at the girl who was in love, but her boyfriend had only used her for sex.

"Frigid." whispered society at the girl who was still a virgin because she wanted it to be special.

"Attention-seeker." whispered society at the girl who hated herself so much she could barely get out of bed in the morning.

"Homo." whispered society at the stright male who believed in gay rights.

***

'The girls with the prettiest smiles have always been through the most pain' thought Katia as she walked home, tears streaming down her face.

Katia's judgement was as clouded as the twilight sky.

"Why do I have to suffer?" thought Katia. "Why me? Why do I hate myself? Why does everyone hate me?"

Katia had not had an easy life.

"Maybe I should end it." thought Katia. "No. You have things to live for."

Her phone vibrated.

NEW TEXT MESSAGE: fat ugly whore. things would be better without you.

"What was I thinking? Of course I should end it. No one wants me around." Katia said, stepping into the road. Her hands shook and the tears increased.

The lights flashed as Katia said her goodbyes.

***

"Maybe we should have been nicer." thought the people who had tormented Katia, as the news of her death spread.

Katia had been a self harming anorexic.

That condemned her to the others.

"Oh well." thought the tormentors. They went on with their lives, the girl whose death was their fault, behind them.

"That should have been me." thought Katia's self harming, bulimic, lesbian, depressed best friend.

Society, what have you done?