Pushed 0ver the edge

She sits in the corner,
Silent from her depression,
Cant think of anything else,
To save herself,

Shes beyond help,
And she knows it,
So tired of what those people say,
She vowes revenge on them,

As soon as she gains enough strength,
To stand up to them,
Her weak little body,
Cant stand up to anyone.

Tired of holding on,
But so scared to let go,
Her frail wrists a mess of cuts,
Scars litter both arms,

Every word they say,
Makes another cut on her skin,

Pushed over the edge,
Unable to take it,
I knew she wasnt going to make it in the end.