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)