The hurt, the pain, the sorrow, the torture.
What more can I give you to let you understand?
My heartaches, my heart breaks for you, for her, for us, for much more.

A single tear trickles down, and gloomy smile peaks behind.
A single pen, a blank page, an empty room.
A knife, a gun, a rope, a chair.
The blood, the sound, the pain, the blackness.
Is that good enough, is that enough? Do you get it, is the picture clear?
Need more?

The want, the need, the begs, the pleads, the cries, the friends.
“Are you there? Can you hear me?”
Can you hear her?
She needs you!
Help her, shes crying!
She calling for you!

The ones that say it ok. The ones that say its not a big deal.
She thought you loved her, she thought you cared.
Change your mind?
Need more?

The family leaves, her body blue. Nothing, they say they can do.
Shes left there like meat, as if hanging on a hook.
Hair sweept to the side, burns on her neck.
If only they came, they were only on the deck.
Finally, is that fine? Do you get it?

She was friend, she was a light.
She made a day bright.
I loved her, although it was short.
What if she had that?
What if someone cared.
But I guess that doesn't matter to you does it?
Its not a big deal, right?