Her Soul Cries For Help

Her soul cries for help 

But no one hears 

She tries to tell someone 

But no one listens 

She goes home 

Run to the bathroom 

Shuts the door 

And locks it 

She looks in the mirror 

"You are nothing,no one loves you"

She breaks the mirror 

Takes a sharp shard of glass 

And thinks to herself 

"Maybe now they'll listen"

She makes deep cuts 

With every stroke 

She says to herself 

"You are nothing"

She washes the blood off her arm 

Runs downstairs 

Shows her mom the cuts and says 

"Mom will you listen now?"

But sadly her mother only say 

"I'm busy right now sweety maybe later" 

No one hears this poor girl cry for help...

Until it's too late... 

And she's gone