You can see it with her pink nose and in her watery eyes
Yet you all are at blame for ignoring her silent cries
Look at her now, she was found dead
With a knife impaled through her heart
And little did anyone know the thought of him in her head
For it wasn’t the knife that she used to pierce open her heart
She had died from the loneliness of a broken, desperate, forgotten heart
Her scars were on the inside
Which, is where the love was she needed to find
Yet she bottled her pain up inside
So no one could have guessed what was on her mind
Now ask yourself this simple question
Inside this one girls hidden depression
Was it suicide or a twist of fate?
Now you’ll never know
For now it’s too late……