It's That Time Again Poem by Patti Masterman

The razors slice, the body bleeds
But of her pain, they take no heed.

The mirror reveals abject disgust,
But there is no one left to trust.

Where the friends who vowed to stay
Close beside, to salve the day?

She's not surprised, and that's the worst;
That there's not one, revoke her curse.

It's another long and lonely day,
And night has not yet had its say.

Of rage, her body bears the brunt:
It’s that self-mutilation time of month.