The girl

She cries until blood tears pours out,
She wants to be free of the pain, free of the agonized shouts.
Every time she wakes, she cries out in pain,
She cries out because another day she remained.

She goes in the bathroom, since her room no longer had a lock,
Took the blade out, rolled up her sleeve and looked for a spot.
She searched furiously for a spot that was scarless,
She couldn't find one, so she cut open a scar,waiting for the red darkness.

She didn't want a cut with very little blood,
So she cut again until the blood began to flood.
With satisfaction,she looked to the only friend she trusted,
The blade was blood stained, but wasn't a bit rusted.
She didn't want to lose it, losing it meant she lost herself,
With the blade she let out every hurting feeling she felt.

She no longer called this place home,
Because home is suppose to be full of love,but all she felt was alone.
Her parents being the major cause of her pain,
She looked at the ceiling, hoping soon there she would hang.
She put the blade away,and walked out of the bathroom,her eyes red,
She stopped when she saw the major problem sitting on her bed.

The mother that doesn't feed her, nor care,the girl held her breath,
The mother left,and the girl was full of wantings of death.
The girl went back in the bathroom and took the blade out again,
She screamed out,"To the guy I love I'm sorry,I'll be watching you, and I will always love you forever.
The girl put the blade to her wrists, and sliced from end to end.

Dropping it to the floor, she walked out,grabbing her sheet,
She tied it to the ceiling and around her neck tightly, she stood on her bed.
She looked up at the ceiling fan, and jumped off of the bed, the only thing she hears is herself strangling,the girl now at peace.