Alone

Sitting in the corner
trying not to cry
hearing all the voices
telling her she should die
no one loves her
she’ll never be good enough
she may as well give in
when just breathing gets tough
her family left her
and her closest friends
she has no one
no point trying to pretend
so she picks up the blade
paints a picture with a twist
she dies alone tonight
with a razor in her wrist