I Cry For That Girl I Know

I cry for that girl I know
Who wants to slit her wrists
I cry for that girl I know
Who wants to feel Death’s kiss

I cry for that poor lost soul
Bleeding as she falls
I sob, uncontrollable
As she tries to end it all

A faint smile upon pale lips
Dead eyes that speak of want
To end her pain; for another chance
At the life she never got

Sickly pools of blood
Reek of agony and despair
The coppery smell of wasted life
Stains the heavy air

All she wanted was freedom
Just a sip: a taste
And yet she never realized
That her death was just a waste

In trying to end the torment
She only caused more pain
Death doesn’t kill suffering
It only leaves a blackened stain.