Addiction

Here is my poem that I got second place in with. Lost by 1 vote.

Her name unimportant, her story untold
Her heart left open, her dignity sold
She had an addiction the kind you can't beat
The addiction to cut and make herself bleed

It started as an answer, a cry for help
But her soul had dried out, not tears to cry left
In her heart she felt empty, the lacking of love
And even though her mother cried, no one could care enough

So one last time she locked the door
She brought the steel across her arm, let blood drip to the floor
She dropped to the ground and drowned in her tears
Her life was cut short, only living a few years

Her name was unimportant, yet her story was told
The poor girl with an addiction,
Died at only thirteen years old