Though you may see her everyday
You couldn't tell anyone what she would say
She's curled up and hidden away
For you can't see the clouds of gray
Deprived of friendship, guidence and love
She can't wait to go above
Her blood pours forth from where she lay
For forgivness she will finaly pray
The phone goes unanswered and the door ignored
She will be lucky if you get bored
You could climb that tree and possible see
The bruised and broken side of me
A bed of blood to love and hate
Maybe you won't be to late
The neighbors will gossip and rumors may fly
Though never again will I try to die