By: Emylee Bauder
I gasp slightly,
As the blade punctures my arm.
Now I'm finally free,
From all the pain and harm.
If only they had seen,
How fragile I had been.
But they kept pushing me,
So I did it once again.
But this time is different,
I've lost a lot more blood.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
As memories begin to flood.
This never would have happened,
If they had noticed me.
But they couldn't see my problems,
They just let them be.
My world is growing dark,
As my surroundings fade.
My life is disappearing,
All because of one small blade.
