She lies awake
In the midst of dark
Thinking of all the day's events
And everyone's hateful remarks
She tries to tell herself
To be strong
But everyday she loses her strength
She doesn't belong
This world is too hateful
And people are too cruel
They don't realize how bad
It hurts to be made a fool
But she knows what it's like
Because she feels that that pain
So she cuts her wrists
Like an addiction to cocaine
If only they knew her pain
Then maybe they'd have a heart
What would they say about her wrists?
He beautiful work of art
Which they helped to create
With all their hurtful comment
That broke her heart
Into a million tiny fragments
Again she slices
That cold, hard blade of her knife
Deep into her fragile wrist
Trying to clear her mind off her life
The blood drips to the floor
As if they were her tears
She gasps as the blade cuts into her skin
But no one hears
Deeper and deeper she cuts
Losing massive amounts of blood
She cries out in anger
"Look at what you people have done
You've ruined my life
You've ruined my dreams
You ripped my heart
Right at the seams."
And with that she stabs her knife
Directly into the vein of her wrist
And she waits patiently as she dies
Thinking she'll never be missed.