My Name Is Claudia

My name is Claudia,
I am sixteen.
My arms are swollen,
I like when they bleed.
I must be stupid.
I must be bad.
What else could make me hate me so bad?
I wish I were better.
I wish I weren't faulty.
Then maybe my life would still be lovely.
I'm all alone,
The bathroom is dark.
My folks aren't home.
I pull out the blade
And make nice clean strokes
Until the blood just flows and flows.
I don't want to let go,
But I'm fading, slowly into a dark place.
But when my mum does come home,
She opens the door and screams in horror.
She finds me lying ice cold on the floor.
Her baby is dead, with blood on the floor.

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