Always Me

Crying out for help,
No one seems to hear,
Barely above a whisper,
No one seems to care.

Nothing seems to change,
She still turns to the blade,
Hoping that no one will see,
Just how much of a mess she's made.

No longer does she feel,
Upset or even down,
Some how she still manages,
To turn her smile into a frown.

Late nights, she sits up,
Terrible thoughts go through her mind,
Hoping that some day soon,
She'll leave this world behind.

Thinking of many ways,
To end her life,
Many thoughts run through her mind,
What to do? But pick up the knife.

She thinks it's for the final time,
But unfortunately, she hasn't succeeded
Nothing could change her mind,
She doesn't want to feel needed.

So she picks up a bottle,
Vodka or rum?
With the amount of pills she's taken,
She should be having none.

She thinks about an overdose,
Never to wake up,
How much pain would it cause?
Would it be enough?

She decides she can not take it,
And down goes the rum,
Thinking to herself,
Why do I feel so numb?

She lies down on her bed,
Thoughts swimming through her head,
She turns to her knife,
Says, "This is it, I'll end my life"

A pool of blood on the floor,
Empty bottles you can see.
No longer will I have to live,
Because this girl was always me.