She lies there in her horrid shame,

She feels the need to realise her pain,

She run's to the sharpest thing,

Thinking of all the happiness it might bring,

Now she lies their on the floor,

Wishing she could do it more,

Her wrist is now covered in blood,

The knife drops with a big thud,

Her eye's start to loose their shine,

Now she thinks of the life she's leaving behind,

Her mother walk's though the door,

And sees blood stains on the floor,

She drops her keys and phone,

Now she runs to the bathroom door,

She sees her daughter not moving at all,

She cry's and screams for some help,

But no one comes.