Teenage Drama Wh(*)re

Tears escape my swollen eyes
My lips tremble with silent cries
Another cut upon my wrist
Just another curve and twist
Holding back screams of pain
choking on my tears of shame
Dark crimson splattered the wall
Another cut and I just might fall
But what the hell, what's there to lose?
Except my life..It's this I choose
Making patterns across my arm
Not upset anymore completely calm
Your face in the mirror; the last thing I saw
Before my body hit the cold hard floor
Waking up in a hospital bed
Not completely alive but not yet dead
And this is what one doctor said;
"Another teenage drama queen & failed suicide attempt".