Razor to skin

Razor to skin,
Lips pale as snow.
She’s tried of the pain.
And the torturous,
Shaking fear.
You could have saved her.
But she hid the tears so well.
Maybe if you knew her enough,
You could.
Maybe if you didn’t ignore her,
She might still be around.
But no,
No one cared enough to try.
She was dead the moment you broke her.
Her body now silent on the cold ground.
She took her life with a simple slice,
Of the blade.
You all found her on the bathroom floor,
Blade held tight in her hand.
Her wrist a bloody mess with gash after gash.
Do you now show sympathy to her pain?
Do you now wish you never broke her?
Well too late she’s gone.
I hope she haunts your every dream!
I hope the pain she felt is now on you!
Because every eighteen minutes somebody dies from a suicide.
Every forty-three seconds somebody attempts one.
There is hope,
There is help.
But she never found a hand to hold.