Michelle Bonham Poet I do not know?

Cry For Help

Sitting in her corner, thinking. 
Hating herself for always thinking. 
Though everyone says it's okay. 

She does drugs, drinks, and parties. 
Hoping someone will stop her from slowly killing herself. 
No one budges. 
Yelling hateful words at the world. 
No one can hear her desperate cry for help. 

Slowly, she kills herself. 
Razor blade in hand, 
Threatening to ruin her skin. 
Cuts only a little bit. 
Not ready to give up just yet. 
Crying for everyone to look at what she does. 

Broke down, 
Crying in her corner, 
Blade in hand, once again 
Threatening to end her life. 

Convinced, 
. . .No one cares. 
Cutting, both wrists, 
Watching them bleed. 
Knowing she was dead, 
From the get-go. 

"No one will miss me" 
. . .She says 

In her corner, 
Letting out her last breath. 
A final cry for help. 
Toppling, to the floor, dead. 
No one came to save her. 

Now, everyone looks at her through tearful eyes. 
This sweet and beautiful girl lying motionless. 
Realizing they could have made a difference, to her. 
Instead they turned a blind eye. 
Not listening to her plea, 
. . .No, her cry for help. 
They didn't see her until it was too late.

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