She once was the sweetest and most innocent girl-
Long, brownish-blonde hair with not the sign of a curl,
One day she began to feel a bit strange
Little did she know, from that day on, all things would change.

She found a blade and began to cut away at her thigh and wrist
Now dear, listen, there was quite a twist-
She found that the self-induced pain was nice
It was so soothing; she could not even take anyone’s advice.

As time went on, scars and cuts she did not lack,
Once she began this horrible habit she couldn’t turn back.
No one was able to help; they just shook their heads,
While this girl would go home and cry alone in her bed.

She felt alone, no one understood
She would stay in her room as long as she could.
There was only one way to escape,
Is this really the route she’s willing to take?

“She needs help,” her parents said,
They watched her lay helpless and sad in bed.
She was breathing but not really living
She felt that they help they offered was not even worth giving.

Sorrow and pain filled her eyes
Her voice can now only speak lies.
“I’m fine, I’ll be okay,” she said,
Meanwhile, the blood remains running down her arms deep and red.

It’s a constant battle that she feels can never be won.
She’s been fighting too long; she feels that her time here is done.
She whispers, “I love you” as she takes her last breath-
If only you knew, you were the only one that could have saved her from her death.