The Girl Who Will No Longer Cry Wolf

The incisions on her wrists tell a tale,
Of a girl who's hearts not for sale.

Didn't they notice the scars?
Proves what kind of people they are!

Didn't they realize she never spoke?
Didn't they see her heart never woke?

She asked you for your help,
you rejected, we heard a yelp.

We ran to the bathroom in shock,
for what we saw made our hearts stop.

A young girl, drenched in pain
bleeding and crying, cursing your name

This won't be the last time, It will happen again
But maybe her heart won't be beating then.

She walks on her own, to a dark wall
"Next time finish the job" they all call.

Tears stream quickly from her eyes
The dark make up is no disguise

She ducks the things being thrown
The next day we notice the cuts have grown

As her body gets thinner, they laugh
She swims in the tears, an emotional bath

Her boyfriend tells her he never had feelings
Rocks seem to fall on her from the ceiling

As the marks on her wrist keep getting deeper
The young anorexic, keeps getting weaker

Her father hits her, her brother dies
her mother hates her, and she's sick of the lies

She walks up the dark stairs, rope under her arm
This is the last way she can escape from harm.

So when you find her dead from pain,
Take the blame you wanted to claim.