As she slipped into the hands of depression,
With her selfish on going aggression,
All the abuse that no one saw,
Except from the time that they broke her jaw,
Little by little she slipped away,
She became to dread waking up every day,
Her parents thought it was just a phase,
But to her it was a complex maze,
Everyone laughed as she walked down the hall,
They got to her through hated phone calls,
Then she decided she'd had enough,
So she took out her aggression and made the first cut,
Nobody could attempt to understand why,
But there were so many reasons for her to cry,
One day they found her lying on the floor,
She said that she couldn’t take life anymore,
She said the razor had 'slipped',
That she had stupidly lost her grip,
Luckily that girl survived,
I'm sure your wondering who she may be,
but she's right here...
SHE was ME.