She decided she'd go through with it She took her razor blades And sat on the stairs in front of her New York apartment Every time a person would walk by She would cut In that one day she learned more than she had in all her school years Wrists ******, vision blurry, eyes pleading She sat and cut and cut Until it was sunset and no one had stopped her She saw averted eyes, children pulled out of the way Streets crossed, pitying eyes, shudders But no one helped that teenage girl So as the last walked by She cut again And died, not of blood loss but despair *(They noticed her then)