She grabbed her blade,
prepared to paint her picture.
The blood flows,
oozing out.
She stares emotionless,
no longer feeling the pain.
She slices again,
deeper now.
The girl grabs a pen,
spilling out her last words.
So much to say,
such little time.
But the slits in her wrists are not enough.
She grabs the pills,
overdosing by far to many.
This will teach them,
she thinks,
this Hell I have lived.