A knife drops to the floor
Along with the dripping blood
Flowing from the wrists of a girl
That had no other way out

She loved but had none in return
She cried but had no tears
She never had the chance to live
Death was her only comfort

Cries for help held in the clouds
Nobody ever listened
She warned all she loved
All they did was laugh

All that was said wasn’t believed
Pushed aside for another time
But now it is way to late
She can’t be brought back

Maybe you should listen
Someone who needs help can’t be ignored
If you do so, they are already dead
Lying motionless with blood stained wrists