Little Joe was never OK
She always hid everything away
But all she needed to really hear was that everything would be OK
No one saw the pain she felt
Until 1 day she thought enough was enough
She set to work to end it all
She even wrote her suicide note
She then began to take pill after pill
She carried on until her body felt all weak
Her body then began to slowly die
Not long before it was all too late
Her brother found her lying on the floor
He knew she had over dosed herself, she could be dead
He then saw all the fresh cuts on Joe's arms
He began to cry with a lot of panic
He then made a call for an ambulance
They arrived within minutes
They took her back and realised she might not pull through it all
Her family cried with tears, they couldnt believe any of this
To help Joe through, they put her in intensive care
A couple of days later she began to pull through
In the end everything was fine
Her health then began to shine
Now everyone knows of the dark life Joe led
But never will anyone forget everything that happened that day
All the cuts, all the pills
But Joe still wishes she never thought through
Little Joe's suicide attempt never quite worked
But Little Joe still feels the same
We just hope she never trys it all again
*this is a true poem about a close friend & im glad they are still here today*
