The End

There she lies.
Clearly she needs some help.
Out loud her silence cries.
No one will feel the way she felt.
Another pill, a bleach shot.
She's suffering, shed much rather be dead,
Cutting herself until blood drops.
Drips from her wrist, a bloody red.
Yes she has many friends,
But the past only reappears .
Wishes life would end
Because a purpose to live isn't there.
She sees a ceiling, and from it hangs a rope.
Life is too hard, she gave up and lost hope.

R.I.P Amanda Todd