The tears , they rained.
Out of her eyes, out of pain.
They were not enough ,
To express her life, it is rough.
So she grabbed the blade,
Cut scars that won't fade.
Everybody loves her inside out,
But not enough to hear her shout.
She screams for help and assistance,
The blade is about to close the distance.
She slits her wrist open,
she was far way too broken.
A river of blood poured out,
What was she crying about?
In her heart lies pain no one can bare,
I guess life is just not fair.
After her death , that blade lived on,
Scarring many teenagers until they were done.
