ALONE

Shes at home alone.
Just sitting on her bed.
With thoughts of anger.
Running through her head. 
She doesnt know what to do.
A knife comes to her hand.
She runs it across her wrist.
And enters her own little land.
The blood drips out slowly.
Drop after bloody drop.
She just continues cutting.
She cant seem to stop.
she thinks about everything.
Friends, family, school and life,
Her best idea.
Was to turn to the knife.
Everyone seemed to hate her
What was the point of being around.?
She felt everything was lost.
And found never to be re-found.
She kept on slitting.
Until she began to feel sick.
The whole room span around her.
Everything moved so quick.
She tried  to cover up.
All the scrapes blood and cuts.
But the large loss of blood 
Caused her to puke out her guts,
She thought no one cared,
She thought she wouldnt be missed,
She felt so much pain, 
As more blood gushed from her wrist.
She never had to do it, 
She couldve picked up the phone,
She didnt have to feel the pain,
She didnt have to be alone.