Blood across my pale wrists.
Blood soaking my white gown.
Blood across my cheeks as I fall to my knees.
Holding my throat.
Trying to scream but can't even let out a gasped.
Oops did I slit my throat along with both of wrists.
Parents of mine run into the room.
Whole family stares not in terror but in glee.
They murdered thier little sister.
They murdered thiier little daughter.
They are glad.
She finally killed herself.
Her family finally got rid of a bothersom daughter.
Gone for ever they don't care.
No one came to her wake.
