Roses and Razorblades

A poem I wrote in the middle of Theology class today; not too sure how i like it yet

Once upon a time,
A time in which no one knew
A little child died inside
Her heart turned cold and blue.

She wore a grand disguise,
Of cheeks so rosy and pink
The thought that she would soon take her life,
Was one that no one would think.

Her happiness started to wither,
Thoughts of suicide filled her head.
And everynight whe would slit her wrists
Before she went to bed.

Some say it was all for attention
Some say they never saw the signs,
But they ignored the scars and bruises,
Which further tormented her mind.

One night the twig just snapped.
she could handle it all no more.
Soaking in the pool of blood,
Her cold body lay on the floor.

And if you say she was weak,
Its you who should have been slain,
By your own hand holding a knife,
To escape from all of the pain.