She cries herself to sleep every night wishing she’ll wake up in a casket, not a bed.
She watches those slit in her arm go deeper, she cries as she bled.
She screams out “help” but to everyone else she is silent.
her fairy godmother is nonexistent, so she swallows those pills as the clock strikes 12,
She’s sinking in, deeper and deeper, drowning in hurt and sorrow,
Congrats society, she wont wake up tomorrow.
The shock in their eyes burn into tears,
Those tears represent their old fears.
Those fears that came true when they found those empty beers.
How did they not notice? How did they not care?
They saw her drowning but didn't do anything, they just watched her from there.
But congrats society, you’ve proven that life’s not fair.