Into her room with a slam of the door,
She felt so miserable right down to the core,
Another bad day this poor girl had,
She's too depressed to even feel sad,
Living in a home of yelling and screaming,
She pulled out her knife and stared at it gleaming,
The cold metal pressed down onto her wrist,
As she thought of her problems she dare not list.
She took a breath and without shedding a tear,
she entered a world where she had no fear.
She slowly went deeper as the blood began to pour,
There was nothing to live for so she cut a little more.
She dropped the knife and fell to the ground,
Her body huddled in one small mound,
The blood surrounded her as her blood began to drain,
This as finally the end to all of her pain.
Another teen has lost her life,
Who resolved her problems in the use of a knife,
And whenever that girl would close her eyes,
All of her thoughts were of suicide.
