She had a piece missing.

She could feel it.

It was in her heart,

where love was supposed to be.

She tried to fill it.

She tried to get people to love her,

and she tried to love them back.

It never worked.

She tried to fill what was missing on the inside

by destroying what was on the outside.

She cut and burned, and anything else she could,

just to get someone's attention.

To make someone care,

To fill the void in her heart.

It was a silent cry for help,

but it was screaming.

It was screaming to everyone, "Look at me!"

"Help me."

"I'm dying..."

They didn't notice until too late,

they didn't care until too late,

they never saw the silent cry for help,

until too late.