Her life (dont skip this poem)

When she was little life was good
Not a care in the world
not one problem she faced

As she got older she realized
she was all alone
no one to stand by her side

She started crying her self to sleep
She hated everything
And no one knew

Pain hit her harder everyday
Until it was in control her life was hell
and she had no way out

Cutting entered her life
As a friend
she needed some way to be happy

Every cut became worse and worse
She felt so alive
As she watched the blood drip

But after the bleeding stopped
the tears began to flow
the emptiness was never gone....

Please vote and comment this is only part one of this poem but i would love to have you guys vote Many good poems get left out because no one reads or never votes