Poetry (Tired)

She couldn't handle the pain Couldn't handle no love Had no angles  Watching her from above  Just a 18year old girl  With no hope ahead  So she cuts her wrists  And watched her as bled  It hurt so badly  Yet felt so good  She was the only one  Who truly understood  The lies that surrounded her  Her parents never there  Her two faced friends  Nobody seems to care  Living this life  She could no longer handle  She hung herself  As her feet dangled  Her face turn blue  The rest of her body white  The cuts of her wrists  What a awful site She had nothing to gain  And nothing to lose  She was hurt emotionally  Battered and bruised  She felt hopeless  And never ending pain  She had so many people  For this whom she blamed  So on the night  She did herself a favor  When she cuts herself  With her razor  She then went all the way  And slowly she left  She chose not to live.  And turned to death  This all is what happened Everything here that I wrote I know this because This was her suicide note.....  (I'm  sorry, I'm tired 😢)