In my mind,
suicide,
opens eyes,
the girl down the street,
with the big green eyes,
the black hair,
the sunny smile,
you think she is fine,
look at her wrist,
see the chaos,
look at the cuts and scars,
years go by,
you see her again,
wrist is clean, nothing but scars,
she smiles and waves,
you smile back and think things have changed,
but the next day on the news,
you hear about a girl who jumped off a building,
with a sunny smile,
black hair,
and green eyes.
