.

No one wanted to talk to the girl who's arms were covered by sleeves,
ashamed of what she had done; she wished not to be seen.
Instead of seeking help, she continued to cut;
after all her life was going down and seemed to have no possibility of going up.
Starving herself daily: she thought she would never be good enough.
She knew life was hard but never thought it would be this tough.
Everyday she was a victim to the same
"oi you! you really let yourself go, you're insane!"
"you're crazy" they said as she was pushed to the ground.
For she was the queen of helplessness; she had just been crowned.
Growing ever so slowly timid as she lay in the rain;
this wasn't the first time and she knew it would happen again.
So she rolled up her sleeves and cut deeper than ever before:
the pain grew more and more.
Damaging herself as she grew weaker than weak,
as her existence grew evermore bleak.
She counted down the days until she choose to go.
She would leave before anyone would stop her, no one cared, no one would know.
She wrote a note, it didn't say much
other than how she hated herself and to help: they couldn't do as such.
She disappeared the next day into oblivion;
gone was her life and no one was there to stop it.