Lying in her dark room
the girl is fixed in a trance
not wanting to stay awake
she gives the knife a glance
she grabbed it
and dug it deep into her skin
nobody else would understand
she already knew suicide would win
the blood was flowing fast
her knees were growing weak
she fell to the floor,
unable to speak
her hands made blood prints on the wall,
as she tried to scream out a plea
she pulled her self up
and leaned on one knee
there on the wall, her last words were written,
all over , the same thing it said,
the smears made out a phrase, help me please,
her -S0S- painted in red