Time

She was only 16

Living in a broken home

With no place to turn

 

Her skin became a battlefield

Which was going to win

Her body or the blade?

 

She didn’t do it for attention

She did it for protection

From the pain which was life

 

Death became the mission

She was determined

Nobody could get to her in time

 

She thought it was only a matter of when

Everyone else thought she was more or less fine

No one saw the potential for suicide

 

They found her, covered with blood

Bottle of pills at her side

They didn’t get to her in time

It was preventable

If only people would open their eyes

And learn to recognize the signs