She slit open her wrist,
clenched her fist,
waited for it to go away,
the painful words they'd say.

Tears rolling down as the blood drips to the floor,
in the empty room knowing she was alone forever more.
Hoping the pain would wash away,
but this kind of pain doesn't heal in one day.

Sliding down the wall of her room,
as the blood came rushing from her open wound.
Opening her mouth to let out a cry,
for all she wanted to do was die.

The painful words, and her mental condition,
made life feel like a dreadful mission.
She had to work hard all of her life,
to find her self at skin with a knife.

Now her thought was only suicide,
to die before she even became a bride.
How young she was did not matter,
to the ones who led her down this latter.

She was once a happy girl,
whose smile was a pure as a pearl.
But teen years came rushing through,
as it always does, trying to destroy you.

She sat in the corner and cut another four,
for she could not take this anymore.
She quickly decided that this is it,
she was done with life and all of it's ****.

As she held the knife to herself,
her brother came in and screamed for help.
Her parents rushed in and took her blade,
and quickly ran to her the first aid.

Her father yelled, then called 9-1-1
and before she knew it, hell begun.
The ambulance came and took her away,
saving her to make her live another day.

Once she got all sewed up,
she closed her eyes to see her mind was corrupt.
She realized that she was stuck,
stuck in a world where no one gave a ****.

After she went home a few weeks later,
the pain that was caused got much greater.
They said they'd help and make it better,
but it got worse, she said in her letter.