She's Dead.

Suffering more than ever
she can't accomplish this endeavor

of not falling to pieces
while her hope decreases

Unable to call out,
crying too hard to shout

her pain is easy to detect
when she's such a wreck

her skin beneath the blade
gets cut and badly frayed

Crimson drops from her skin leak
leaving her frail and weak

she begs to be extricated
no longer wanting to feel devastated

falling to the floor
the tears start to pour

She looks up at the ceiling
praying for no feeling

She uttered, "No more,"
"Please...I can't take this anymore."

Closing her eyes
She says her final goodbyes.

Congrats, Society now she's dead
"Why would she do that?" They'll have said

They knew why
why she said goodbye.