A Lost Mother

What went wrong?
Did I not care enough?
How could i have been so blind?
I knew she needed help.
Why didn't i help her?
How could i have helped her?
I don't know what to do.
The mother thought as she cried.

She had just gotten home from work.
The house was silent and dark.
Something seemed wrong.
She wondered where her daughter was.
She called her husband at work,
"Do you know where she is?"
"No. I haven't heard from her."
"This isn't like her. She always calls."
"I'm sure she's fine."
She hung up the phone.
She searched the house.

She smelled something.
Something with a rich, sweet sent.
She followed the sent to the bathroom.
There, She found her daughter.
She was in the bathtub.
Slits on her wrists,
A gash on her head.
She laid in the bathtub,
Surrounded by blood.
She was dead.