Why me???

Here I am again, late at night
crying for my life, but no one hears me
No one will ever listen to me, HELP! i scream to them,
No body hears me, just the rain.
I run to the bathroom looking for help, at last my fantasy comes true.
No more getting yelled at by my parents, or getting made fun of for being a little fat.
i cut my wrist so it bleeds all the bad things i have done wrong.
Drip, Drip goes my hot blood on the the white tiled floor.
I drop to the floor trying to hold my self together, but the pain won't stop, it burns, itches.
I pray to God to make all the pain stop, I just want to be perfect and make it all stop.
I close my eyes and hope to see my grandmother taking me away.

The next morning the young 17 year old girls mother found her dead on the bathroom floor.
No one ever heard her death plea, but me her cousin, best friend. I tired to make her stop but the youth of this nation has taken another soul, what do they really want?
This was the very last poem this young girl wrote, she also had friends and a family who loved her, so please think twice before you do something like this.