The Girl Who Can'T Be Saved Poem by Tara Littleton

Shes the addict who can't be saved,
She's the one who choose the blade,
She's the one who closed the door,
She's the girl who couldn't take anymore,
Locked in a room all alone,
She turned out the lights an turned off her phone,
She took the blade across her wrist,
With a lot of pressure an a long twist,
She slit her wrist,
With an immense pain,
But she just smiles,
Because in just a while,
She will finally be free,
Breaking through what no one chose to see,
Lost in her last high,
Knowing she's gonna die,
Everyone wonders why she choose to say her last goodbye..
She choose it with a twist,
She choose it on her wrist,  
Not just a slice did she do,
But she wrote some words for you,
On her wrist perfectly engraved,
She wrote out one thing to say,
'Ill love you tomorrow an today just like I loved you yesterday but my love is not returned.'
And so it says on her bloodied wrist 
The reason she chose the twist...