She runs into the house up the stairs and ran in her bedroom.
She’s sitting on the floor rocking back and forward back and forward
She stands up walk slowly into her bathroom.
She’s thinking about the teenagers at school and how they were picking on her. She searching for her razor “where is my razor” she finds her razor in the medicine cabinet and slowly starts to cut herself;
ahhhh! The first cut; ahhhh! The second cut ahhhh! (Blood starts to shot out her arm) the third cut. She cut herself on the arm so many times that last cut she cut on her vain. BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD on the walls. BLOOD on the tile floor BLOOD on face. BLOOD all over body; she; lays there on the floor; nobody in the bathroom but her, blood and death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.