TW: self-harm, suicide

She cries when shes alone,

she tugs on her sleeves all day long,

she walks quetly with her head down,

how could they be so blind.

I know she was hurting,

she felt alone,

She had no reasons to stay,

the scars and cuts are never enough just more and more.

She doesnt want to end her life, 

she only wnts to end her pain.

She's surrounded by a crowd of people but yet she still feels alone.

she cries and cries deep inside, 

but no one hears her cries over all the screaming and yelling,

she wants her parents to be happy, 

she saw her father,

he raised his hand smacking her mother,

she runs over to stop him from touching her,

he hits her and she flys across the floor.

When she hit the ground she was frightened,

she got up and ran to her room,

she slammed the door, 

she grabs the blade in her left hand.

Slicing her right wrist,

she does so,

not to end her life but to end the pain.

Her body shaking, tears streaming, blood flowing,

more and more, her head felling heavy.

Her eyes fall shut, and her body drops against the cold, bathroom floor.

Her mother opens the door, 

her mother fearing her daughter could be dead.

She falls to her knees holding her daughter,

her ice cold, pale skin,

against her mothers body.