Screaming, Silent, Ignored

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