This is something I put together after reading yours it's called 'while'
While
'All she could do is cry an cry
Because she could not bear to die
She hasn't smiled in a while
As she sits on the tile
Hands shaking she puts the razor to her wrist
To give the story a good twist
One cut two cut
She finds herself stuck
There voices playing in her head tormenting her because these are the monsters from under the bed
Tears stream down her face
As her heart does it's own race
Words that she could only hear
Fat ugly whore it's all clear
As she stares in the mirror at her eyes
That give away the whole disguise
She puts a fake smile
To show the world she can hold on for a while
Next month before she knows it she's laying on the tiles
Surrounded in a puddle of blood
The mean words you said
ended up with her dead
Laying on the tiles all because of you she couldn't stay a while'
your writings are simply amazing, you are one highly talented person. I can relate to each and every one of your writings. I have exactly been there actually I'm going through all of it if it helps to know that you're not alone. Stay strong. :)