Her eyes blood shot red, her tears frozen in time
The cold bathroom floor never seemed so comfortable
As the blade glides, across the paintings of past pain
Her screams get quieter, her colors will be in the rainbow
She couldn't do it anymore and she didn't want to
Her voices tell her to drop dead, her friends aren't real friends
When she goes home, she isn't aloud to talk
And she's to stressed to eat
Her skin turns cold, her skin turns pale
She will be remembered
Cuz everyone notices
When it's to late
Note: My sister Kaitlyn wrote this and I thought I should share because it is a beautiful poem.
