Dedicated to the Christchurch shooting in New Zealand on the 16th of March 2019.

Tears. Sliding down her face, silently hitting her phone screen as she types to her best friend "I'm okay". Blood. Dripping from her sliced up wrists onto the snow, white carpet.

WARNING: Sensitive Subject! I had to write a play from scratch for a drama internal and in the process found myself writing this based of my own previous experiences. During the play this poem was a...