Her Precious Suicide

She ran into her room,
Hating herself like always,
No one was home,
She was all alone,
She rampaged her room in anger,
She wished her life would get better,
She new it wouldn't.

Tears were flowing down her face,
She sliced at her wrist,
Like she was slicing butter,
The blood dripped onto the floor,
She watched every drop,
She started getting tired,
Things were getting fuzzy,
The last thing she saw before she died,
Was her blood and razor blade falling to the floor.

Her mother and father arrived home,
They called out to their daughter,
No one replied,
They were searching the house,
They arrived to her room,
Screamed at what they saw,
Their baby was on the floor,
She was surrounded in blood.

Her family held a funeral for her,
She thought no one would care,
She was wrong,
Tears running down their faces,
Her friends and family had gathered,
Her parents read out her suicide note,
Everyone remembered the last seven words,
They were "For those who care, please forgive me."