Suicidal girl.

She’s a suicidal girl
After every meal she forces herself to hurl
Her wrists are stained dark red.
She has no safe haven, no where to lay her head
She believes her life is meaningless.
She has many hidden emotions and secrets to confess.
She has friends, who don’t care,
And parents who are unfair,
She cries herself to sleep,
Wanting to dig her razor deep.
To cut; at first she was afraid.
But shit kept building her emotions wouldn’t fade.
She says she is a mistake, her parent’s biggest sin.
So into temptation she slowly gives in.
The blood flows out of her vein,
Right now she doesn’t feel any emotional pain.
She can’t stop; she does it again and again.
She doesn’t know this battle she can not win.
No one noticed or those who did ignored.
She cut so deep at night when everybody else snored.
All she needed was attention and love
Depression flew into her life like a white dove.
I know you probably won’t let yourself see,
But this girl that I’m talking about, she’s me…

this is a rewrite of my poem pain, and I added some and deleted some. hope you like it...its true...