There she..

(not the best...just some thoughts)

there she sits with blonde hair
deep eyes full of pain
one last cut, she dug into her vain.

There she cries with the knife in her hand
arms and legs are shaking with fear
she is so weak, her knees arnt helping her stand.

There she cuts with her blood on the floor
red crimson rain around her surrounding
as her heart is beating too fast- over and over its pounding.

there she falls to the ground
so fast she lost her balance to stay strong
now on her feet, she is where she belongs.

there she begins to feel her life slip away
far away to another place
no one will miss her, she`ll be easy to replace
there she is found the next day
her mom didnt even utter a sound
just a gasp and took a look around

there she died twice in a row
when she realized her mother didnt care
no point is asking for life back, she couldnt be saved with a prayer