Perfect suicide...

There once was a little girl who felt so alone...she cried every night until she could cry no more....her wrists bared a secret nobody knew about, deep cuts and scars littered both her arms she wanted people to leave her alone. no-one understood what was happenning no-one would listen when she tried to explain what was wrong...so when she got so fed up with the world she just could not take it anymore, she searched the cupboards for pills that she could take, her hands cupped she tipped the contents from the bottles and drank them all down, then she reached for her blade gashing her wrists so deeply blood was everywhere, she just wanted to be left alone but she needed help, her life ended that night and i will never forget for i was the one that found her, my best friend, my life now i feel how i know she wouldve felt, gashes now take up my wrists but no-one must know, i know i need help, but i dont want it...