Dark poems and depressing moments

Broken

She laid there with words unspoken,
With blood shot eyes and arms cut open.
Tear stained cheeks and cracks on her lips,
Scars starting from her knees all the way to her hips.
Poetry scattered around the floor,
But only one blank page lays before her.
What should she say what should she write,
Would anyone see this by the end of the night?
She wrote down one phrase then started to write some more,
As the landlord came over to find her on the floor.
Lips flushed pale and arms dried with blood,
Liquid stains on the floor like there was a flood.
Her veins drew branches on her cold skin,
Sad to think this girl never let anyone in.
He grasped the paper from her hand,
Hers words weren't in fine print and he read as best as he can.
A poem of her own that spoke her goodbye,
As the man held in trying not to cry.
The words she wrote starting from forgotten to this is my end,
As he placed the paper back in her hand.
He stuck his hand in his pocket and dialed on his phone,
As she heard his last words, "someone pick up the phone."
She exhaled the last of her breathe from within,
And rest her head to find herself doing it all over again.
Writing her words with a fine pen,
Shaking as she read it over again.
"All those I love now somehow forgotten me,
They never call or come visit to see.
I was fired today because of my face,
What else do I have in this damned place.
This world is more painful than death,
Why suffer everyday when you can rest.
I loved you all but you all forgotten me for lord knows why,
After all that I've done why even bother to try.
It's all useless but yet again,
This is goodbye and this is my end."