The story of a girl

This poem is not finished but i would love to know what you think -This is really long but please read, rate and comment Thank You - I soon gonna finish it

Shes alone now
She lifts up her long sleeve
She sees her problems written on her arm
She hears someone coming
She hides her hand like a thief
She puts on her fake smile
And wipe away the tears
Just wanting to disappear
Showing none of her fears
They ask if she is ok
She says she is doing fine
Just doing some homework, it will take some time
They close back the door
She locks it with the key
And turns down the light
Prepare her self for another sleepless night
She alone again
She takes out the worn razor and says let the healing begin
She has done this countless time before
This is nothing new
But every night she does it slowly and reopens her bruise
The sting is still there
She feels every time
But for that moment there is peace at mind
The pain in her heart does not seem to hurt as much
The pain in her mind hasnt even been touched
She slowly goes deeper into her scared skin
Feeling the regret that she has sinned
The rusty razor begins to burn
Then she realized her sanity is gone
She lies down in her bed
All the lights are off
She covers her hand with her jacket
Which is still wet from earlier
But she doesn’t care
Because she is not a squealer
She unlocks her door
So they don’t suspect
Lies down and feels her respect
Her tears wash away the extra blood
Because she knows she will soon return to the mud
She drifts into a deep sleep
She lost a lot of blood last night
No one realizes she is not there until ten pass five
They peep into her room
They think she is jus sleeping
No one cares enough they are just peeping
Almost a day has passed
She is still sleeping
Finally someone says We need to check how she is really doing
In her hand is a letter
Her head covered by the sheet
He feared the worst as he looked underneath
The whole bed covered in blood
Dripping onto the ground
A gun shot to her heart
He couldnt make a sound.....

(Not Finished) But i really want to know what you think