She Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

there are many night's she in her tub with the water so deep,
and a sharp blade in her hand that she like to keep,
knowing one night she'd get the courage to cut herself skin deep,
leaving herself flowing in a pool of colorful red when they find her
knowing that those thought's that were in her head
were really true of what she was gonna do
and when she try to call in the final seconds
they would listen but she could tell no one heard,
when she try to say, they just listen away
and when they findally came
they didn't like what they would see
not even taking some of the blame.