15 And Ready To Die

You're lying here alone,
Will you hear them all laughing and carrying on,
You feel like dieing, so you grab that cold blade,
And you slice away, not once, not twice,
But as many times as it takes to feel the pain that you feel inside,
That makes you cry all the time,
You scream as you're crimson red blood flows through you're fingers,
But you're still lying there, barely alive you're crying not of pain,
But crying for someone to truly care,
Many people would say but why, she was to young 2 die,
And at the tender age of only 15, oh my.