Howdy dowdy,I'm really bored. Don't you just hate it when you don't get any sleep! (Seriously, I only got like an hour max....damn it). So I'm all shaky today..and I feel like writing some sad depressing poem, only because I'm particularly bored at this point in time. So here goes....
Her memories, a haunting of her past,
The future dawns, reproachful,
Eating away at her from the inside,
She screams silently into the night air.
Yet, no one cares, no one really did.
All too selfish to worry about her.
The cuts in her wrists,
Her bloodstained tears,
All meaningless in the eyes of others
Just as she is.

A new day comes, a new pain revealed.
She is left alone, on the ground.
The cool, icy air wrapping around her,
Leaving her pale in its arms.
The ice is stained, scarlet red,
Revealing her sadness and sorrow.
But, no one cares, no one really did.
All too selfish to worry about her.
The cuts in her wrists,
Her bloodstained tears,
All meaningless in the eyes of others
Just as she is.

As her life fades away, her eyes grow dim
She realises all the falsehood and lies.
Her death is a symbol for no one to see.
As she's just a number, another dead teen.
She knows too late no one will understand,
She knows they'll all be sad.
Only for a moment, then they will forget
Her secret still left unsaid,
As, no one cares, no one really did.
All too selfish to worry about her.
The cuts in her wrists,
Her bloodstained tears,
All meaningless in the eyes of others
Just as she is.