Slits

A dozen slits upon her arms, just a couple On her legs. She feels her pain is relieved But, would rather she be dead? She slits her wrists, two wide cuts. The blood drips down her arms. Tears fall down her face As she realizes, just what she's done. She lies there on her bathroom floor As tears roll down her cheeks. Her body goes limp from what she's done, She is so very weak. Her mother walks in at this site, Her daughter begins to weep. Her mother holds her very tight She helps her to her feet. What little strength she has left, gets her To her bed, there lies no harm in her Mother's arms. She cried, "I love you mom" "I love u too my dear" mom says As her daughter died that day.