This Innocent Suicide

She covers her arm to hide the scar.
She remembers someone saying,
no one cares who you are.
She bought a ticket and came to the dance.
She gave socializing one more chance.
She sat in the back, from everyone she fled.
She cut up her arm and cried as she bled.
People stayed away as she bled on the floor.
Tears ran down her face as she cut some more.
What is she doing?
How long has she cried?
They asked as they watched,
this innocent suicide.