Feeling down in the dumps...again

imma do another poem by me, fo meh...

There she sits so helplessJust waiting for that special dayThe day she set asideWhen she'll take her life awayUp until that dayShe'll screw her life up moreTaking all the drugsAnd cutting like beforeStories of her messed up lifeAre written on her skinKeeping count of all the timesThe knife just tends to winScarlet scars upon her wristsTell of all the timesShe tried to go but somethingStopped her suicidal crimesHer blood shot eyes tell of allThe countless times she's criedShe has no more tears to crySo her end she will decideAs that day comes aroundWhen her 'precious' life she'll takeShe'll bring up all the pain insideAnd one more cut she'll makeNever will she stop to thinkOf all the people she will missYou can call it 'ignorance'But ignorance is blissAs she starts to think aboutThe story of her lifeShe wants to end if fasterJust to end all her strifeShe curls up in the cornerAnd she begins to cryAll the while voices whisperJust f u c k ing go and dieMascara tears leak from her eyesAnd stain her pale, white faceTrailing down her satin cheeksDepression's line they traceShe sinks her nails down in her armAs she begins to shakeSubstituting physical painFor the pain from her heart acheAs she slowly falls apartShe starts to crave her bladeShe takes it out and wastes no timeTo add to the cuts she's madeShe drags the blade along her skinAs she watches the blood pour outShe feels control run through her bodyAnd the voices cease to shoutShe puts away her razor bladeWith no sign of regretShe knows that she will do it againFor the pain she can't forgetAs she starts to breathe againAnd her shaking finally stopsHer weak and fragile body goesTo her bed and dropsHer eyes begin to slowly closeAs she thinks about that dayWhere all her struggles end as soonAs she takes her life away