Cries for help
In late November
Are loud and clear
For those who remember
All those times when I was sad
When I said things were good
They were bad
My cries for help
Are the simplest things
Long sleeves
Bracelets
It's amazing what a little razor can bring
You can hear
My cries for help
If you listen closely
But no one listens
And no one knows me
So my cries for help
Will stay silent
Who would ever thought they would be this violent?
My cries for help
And no one hears
So no one sees
Those dried up tears.
