Drip

Do you hear the silent cries? 
Do you hear the drip, drip, dripping coming from her wrist? 

Were you even there? 

Do you remember? 
She believed the things you said. 
The things that should have been your punishment. 

Now she sits there. 
Knife in hand. 
Crying. 
Waiting. 
Hoping. 
She runs the knife across her skin. 
Making it deep at the end. 
That's when the drip, drip, dripping began. 
And her life was at an end 
Now you hear the silent cries from many peers. 
Of course it was your fault. 
Your doom. 
Your mistake. 
You can't fix what has been done.