Just a young girl

Just a young girl, 

With no hope ahead, 

She cut her young wrists

And watched as they bled. 

Nothing to gain, 

Nothing to lose, 

Hurt emotionally, 

Tattered and bruised. 

It hurt so imperfectly, 

Yet it felt so great, 

She was the only one,

Who could see the state. 

Being it her life, 

She did herself a favour, 

No more could she handle, 

So she cut with a razor. 

Went all the way, 

Slowly left, 

Chose not to live 

And bled to death. 

Author's Note

Any comments welcome

Reviews

[annabellee]

This one really made me sad...
greatly written poem, so full of emotions.

[Vic]

Wow I have no words