Slow Death Poem by Yvette Flores

She sits in the back...
Away from everyone...
She looks at her phone...
Hoping for a call that will save her life
The day before, she was talking to her friends
They were going to call her to make plans
The minutes passed...
Her phone never rang...
She had a feeling that they wouldn't call...
She was great at hiding her emotions...
Nobody knew that she was depressed...
She couldn't take it anymore...
The minutes passed and passed...
Still her phone never rang...
Tears started falling from her eyes
She pulled out a razor blade...
She held it to her veins..
The blade was slowly cutting across her veins...
Blood started falling from her hands
She cut the veins on her other arm too...
Making the bleeding twice as bad...
Soon a group stood around her...
They watched her bleed...
There was nothing any of them could do
To much blood had left her body...
She sat there...
In the back...
Dying a slow and painful death...