A Girl's Release

Poem #2

Here she sits in a tub full of water

Wondering when she passed if they would regret how they treated her.

Wondering if she was doing the right thing

If by slitting her wrist; she was proving a point.

Here she sits with the razor in her hand

Wondering when the blade pressed against her pale skin would that make the pain go away.

Wondering if all those who teased her would feel guilty

If her parents would regret, not listening to her.

Here she sits with three cuts on each wrist

Wondering how could the water become so red in such little time.

Wondering if it was normal to feel this empty; this cold.

If the screams of her mother calling her name were just her imagination.