Now its to late

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She covers her arms and legs everyday
Afraid that they'll see
That they'll see the cuts trailing up her body
Trailing up her legs then her arms
Leaving it alone trough out the day
She tries not to draw attention to herself by grabbing her arms or legs
While she's riving in pain
No one realizes it
They just yell, and fight with her
She tells very few of the cuts
The cuts trailing up her body
She runs out of places to cut
The cuts get deeper every time
Her blood runs down her arms
The blood that once rushed through her veins
She grabs the blade and runs to the bathroom
As the water rushes into the tub
She strips and gets in
The water comes in slower and slower
Water starts to flow out
She grabs the blade and holds it to her neck
The floor start to become covered in water
The blade digs into her skin
Her bath water turns red from the blood
She pushes the blade deeper into her neck
Her blood flows out as she falls back
The water still rushes out
As the bathroom floods
Her mom walk in on her gasping for air
While her blood flows into the water turning it red
The red water rushes out of the tub
Her mothers shoes are now soaked
The bloody water rushes into the living room
Her mom screams and runs to her throwing the blade
As her mom sees all the cuts covering her daughters body
The cuts that scar her body
Her bath water is stained red
Her mom cries and screams for help
Their neighbor rushes in and sees them
The neighbor calls the cops and asks what happened
Her mom watches as her daughter gets taken from her
She committed suicide to feel better
But how she's gone and lost the possibility to make it better
Her mom now cries herself to sleep every night
Laying in her dead daughters old room
Clutching on to her belongings
She wanted to be noticed
Now every one sees her
They see her body being lowered into the grave
Her last remains is the blood stained carpet
The carpet that was once brown is now maroon
Her blade is kept ad evidence to the police
And her mom still cries every time she goes into the bathroom
Every time she sits in the tub
Where she found her daughter
She will forever be remembered as the girl who slit her own throat
And the people who told her that she can just die
Are now depressed
Depressed because they killed a person
Because the are the reason her mom cries her self to sleep
The reason she will never be seen again
Never laugh or smile or brighten up someone's day
She is forever gone
Because some kids just couldn't keep their mouths shut
While she sits in her grave she realizes her mistakes
But now its to late

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