Little did they know that she was bipolar
They laughed and mocked her.
She goes home at night praying that he's sober and won't beat her,
Praying that she could sleep peacefully tonight
Without hearing them fight.
I wonder how they feel seeing her suffer?
I wonder how they'd feel if she ends it all
by jumping in front of a car
or hanging herself from the ceiling,
Her blood scattered across the wall.
"You're such a cry baby"
So she cuts herself daily,
Blood replaces tears,
Love turns to fear,
Lies become truth and the voices that say "do it"
Are no longer mute
So she jumps off her balcony
with no parachute.
The voices are gone,
Only the cries of mother
And the sad silence of a father remain,
"We did this to her" they say
But its too late,
Her lack of faith and your words of hate
Sealed her fate.
The Reverend bellows over her coffin
"I'm sorry" said one,
crying and coughing
Is it still a joke now?
