She laid in bed,
With a razor in her hands.
Not knowing what to do,
Tears started rushing in.
No calls.
No messages.
No texts.
Her friends thought she was happy,
Her smile lied to everyone,
Like her laugh.
She couldn't take the pain.
She took the razor and sliced her wrist.
She laid there dead.
A text came through 'I love you.'
He was too late...
