She needed someone to know how she weeped
On remembering her stories dark and deep.
She needed someone to know she was smiling fake
And someone to know nomore she could take.
She needed someone to know she was not fine
And also that she had been skipping her dine.
She needed someone to see the tear
Which she wiped off with someone's fear.
She needed someone to know it hurts
To live with those long deep cuts.
She needed someone to tell how beautiful life could be
And the solutions to problems are not only to flee.
She needed someone to get her death note
Which apparently with her blood had she wrote.
She needed someone to tell her existence mattered
Before in blood she was shattered.
All she needed was just someone
Who could help her confront.
But before that someone could realize its mistake
It found that it had lost its only soulmate.
