Cuts and burns
Along her wrists...

Picked on by bullies
Invisible at home...

Something is burning
The soft part of my skin...

In one moment
A life could end...

"Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet...

I'm going to try
To tell you how much...

The razor slides
Across my wrist...

Raining;pouring
She stares out the window...

Two gun shots
To the head...

Hue painted
On a canvas...

Red letters form
From pain filled blood...

Burning red fire
In the soft black...