One friend left you
[One] cut on your wrist
He doesn't love you.
[Two] cuts and lots of tears.
Your father beats you.
[Three] cuts,Your eyes refuse to Cry.
Your grades are slipping
[Four] cuts along your arm.
People tell you " i hope you choke and die"
Mother discovers you self harm so to hide the pain you make [Five] along your thigh.
One more friend lets you go.
You hang the rope high, push away the chair and say goodbye.X
