Everyday that goes by
Drops of blood hit the floor
Through the door
Their oblivious
oblivious of how much she hurts
oblivious of how serious
how curious
she is of death
the bruises on her arm and face
remind her of her and her mother
the cold floor and sting on her face
the black of her eye
and she remembers her love lost
killed in a crash just yesterday
the blade explores deeper and deeper into her arm
blood gushing
gushing
gushing
it wont stop
she gets a piece of paper and writes
I'M SORRY I'M NOT PERFECT
and lays down
and dies
bleed to death
bmx grl13
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-day/
