Tragic pain

The feeling of the blade,
She swore it was the last time,
She regrets making a promise she couldn't keep,
Another scream,
Another cut,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
She counts before she hits the floor,
The blood creates a pool,
She finally lets go,
As her soul drifts she's free,
She looks down and sees the mess her body was,
The blood the cuts she's disgusted as she flows away,
Parents screaming banging on the door yelling her name unknowing their baby has flown away,
Message on whe wall in blood "I don't wanna feeling a thing anymore",
Her parents screaming and crying anger and guilt passing through them,
Though it was the world and people who did this to her,
All is lost she's gone.