Slit Wrist Victim Poem by lily rogers

If I died tonight would if phase you? Anyone of you? Make you cry out loud? Think of your own life? If my blood poured out of my veins would you care? Or just save it in a cup? So I could live on swimming in a lifeless world? As my breath escaped the body that held it. Would it make you feel? Wonder why? What you could've done? Felt a piece of that misery. You can't save, because I'm tired now, just another slit wrist victim. Running away from life. No blinding light for the lonely foolish girl.