Little girl...

Little girl,
So lost inside,
Shes running out,
Of places to hide.

She covers her wrists,
Avoids the topic,
Keeping it to herself,
Hoping she can stop it.

Caring for her,
As the nights get cold,
Words on her wrists uncovered,
"HELP" in bold.

Sitting at the hospital,
Out come the doctors,
They say theres nothing they can do,
That nothing can stop it.

She died that day,
Without a goodbye,
Thousands of hugs exchanged,
Millions of tears cried.