Shaking and Panicing

~This really isnt a poem, but i thought i would put it on here anyway~

She is in the bathroom. She tries to cry but tears just wont come streaming down her face. They all know she is depressed, they just dont seem to care. She gets into the medicine cabinet, grabbing all the pills she sees. She doesnt even take the time to read what they might be. She finds two razor blades in the back of the cabinet. She gets them out and rolls up her sleeves. She starts to cut, not one trace of a tear in her eyes. She is cutting and not stopping. Blood is streaming down her wrists. She feels as if this is a huge release of pain from her body that she just couldnt get out before. She is starting to feel the pills start to kick in. She feels crazy. She starts panicing. Now shaking. And pretty soon she will start combulsioning. Will someone find her in time? Will she be ok? Only time will tell..