Can't you see that she's broken?
Don't you see the tears streaming down her face?
You're blind; you refuse to see.
You don't care that she's lost her place.
What of how she feels? Can you she that she's hurting?
Do you see the agony that is her pain?
Of course you don't. She is worthless to you.
You don't care if there is nothing to gain.
Can you see the scars she made on her arm?
Look closely. Some aren't so old.
You still don't care that she's so willing to die.
You still doubt that she would be so bold.
Do you see the pills on her nightstand?
They're not hers, but she's missing a few.
Yet still you doubt that she wants to die.
What more does she have to do?
Fast forward till later that evening.
It's late and there's no one else there.
She's tired of fighting for a worthless life.
She's tired of living for those who don't care.
Deep gashes she makes in her writs.
Her blood pours out on the floor.
She swallows the bottle of pills for good measure
To make sure that she will live no more.
Can you see her corpse laying on the ground?
She's dead now because you couldn't see.
Too late have you begun to care.
She decided to set herself free.