Her Last Cry For Help Poem by Kylee Bartz

She wanted just one thing
but nobody could give it to her,
because she wanted to see her friend.
She met him online.
Her mother didn't want the girl
talking to strangers.
But the girl didn't care.
She told her friend all her secrets.
He cared about her
and made her feel special.
One day at school,
the girl told a teacher about her friend,
and the teacher told the girl to tell her mother.
The girl was afraid,
worried her mother would get mad,
and she was right.
The girl told her mother about her friend.
Her mother got mad.
She took away the computer
and the girl couldn't talk to her friend.
The girl went to her room that night,
slashing her wrists deeply
because the pain reminded her
she wasn't dead yet.
When she woke the next morning,
she wished she could be with her friend.
She knew that talking to him face-to-face
would make it all better.
But it wasn't possible for them to talk.
He lived miles away.
So the girl tried to live without him.
It hurt too much,
so the girl wrote.
She wrote poems, mostly.
About how she felt inside.
It helped a little bit,
though it wasn't enough for the girl.
She decided she couldn't wait any more
to talk to her friend.
So she went to sleep,
knowing that she would never wake up.
Not wanting to wake up to another day.
The girl took some pills,
and wrote a poem,
that explained it all.
The poem was her last cry for help,
in case the pills didn't work,
and she woke up.
But if it did work,
does work,
she wants her friend to know
it isn't his fault.
He should live his life,
but never forget her.
he shouldn't feel guilty or sad,
the girl will love him forever.
And if it works,
she is sorry.