Someone help her please!
Someone be her savior!
Her thoughts are eating her from the inside out.
How she longs to take the life that was once so precious to you.
You watch as she tears the skin on her wrist with the razor blade that she stole from her pencil sharpener.
What she would give for your embrace.
She tries to express all the pain she feels inside to all of her friends,
but they don't care.
No, they won't listen.
They never do,
they never will.
They don't even bother to pick her off the floor as she falls to it.
So tell me, would you care if she took her life tonight?
Because chances are that she might.
After she picks herself off the floor time and time again, she'll decide she no longer wants to live.
So tell me, how do you think she will end it?
A bullet to the brain?
A knife to the wrist?
A dinner full of pills,
with a side of bleach?
She looks to the mirror and waves her last good-bye to the world.
But they don't care,
no they won't listen.
They never do.
And they never will.
YOU ARE READING
They Won't Listen
PoetryBecause who could ever give a fuck about a girl with a dream?