A Game Called Suicide

Gone...
  No longer alive...
3:15 PM...
  She's been lying there for 15 minutes...
She's been bleeding for an hour...
  But she was alive at lunch...
And she was in school...
  No...She was marked absent...
Not present in any class...
  How? She was sitting next to me...
No she wasn't...
  Yes she was.
No...She was dead when you thought she was there...
  How?! I hugged her...
We were laughing together...We were connected.
  I talked to her over the phone...
No...That was yesterday...
  She died 3:00 PM.
But she's still bleeding...
  3:15 PM--Why isn't the blood dried up?
Where is her body?
  What?
It's gone!
  She never died!
I never died.
  It's a game called 'Suicide'
How many times do I slice myself?
  5?
WRONG!!
  Game over...And this bleeding isn't a dream--This is a bloody reality!
                                And guess what?
                                    What?
I just wanted to be loved.
NOT BURIED!!!