Suicide Lulliby

Bruises, scars, all sorts of abuse
Being on this earth has no use.
Yelling and screaming,
Bleeding and crying.
Instead the crying,
She's slowly dying.
This is the last time she has to bleed.
This is the last time she has to cry.
All she must do from here is die.
Her life is draining from her wrists.
As reality slips away from her
She falls into the abyss.
This poem was her cry for help
But nobody listened.
These words will forever echo
In there minds:
The Suicide Lulliby