The Cutter Girl

She walks down the silent hall,
Needing help, but afraid to call.
Off her wrist crimon blood would drip,
From the idea that came to her from a friend's tip.

The silence was broken by a clink,
The bloody blade dropped as she hurried to the sink.
The blood flow steadied, a thin line on the floor
Appeared, and her blood smeared down the door.

The world was spinning, her balance was lost,
As the poor teenaged girl realized what her friend said her life would cost.
She wouldn't be ok, the flow wouldn't stop,
She wouldn't be able to get to some help before her last bit of blood would drop.

Her consciousness left, along with her spirit.
She had decided to embrace death, instead of fear it.
Now she was released, but her souls still wanders 'round,
Searching for that help, that she had never found.