When The Time Comes

A thousand words written
Explaining sorrow
Rid of the abuse
No more tomorrow

Laying in bed
Dead by overdose
Now an angel
God will love her the most

Dressed to perfection
For this special occasion
Eyes-baby blue
Skin-a pale Caucasian

Lips-a faded pink
Cheeks-not so rosy anymore
Not only is her body covered with bruises
But there's much more

Behind the perfection
A little girl is there
Drowned in pain
Cause some people don't care

She screamed inside
Clawing to get out
But now she's gone
She left with no doubt

Didn't even think twice
The pain had her blind
She grew up with nothing
So her body's all she left behind

And many scars
From the pain she wished to rid herself of
She died over many things
But mostly lack of love

When do people know when it's over
What causes such grief
I could tell you the answers
But it won't be brief

I could tell you why
But it won't save her life
So I'm asking you this
What's so great about that knife?

It may relieve pain
But only for a bit
Nothing can take away
The power of a hit

Why do you take those pills
They only make you weak
Why take away something precious
Is it comfort you seek?

Think about a smile
Something that could change your day
Think about a nice action done
Or an uplifting world to say

Think about happy memories
About your friends
Why could you leave all this?
Why put your life to an end?

This little girl hid things
Pain from a haunting childhood
But she could have lived on
And be happy; living good

But she left because she thought
The pain had overpowered her
But if she remembered the good things
She wouldn't have committed suicide, I'm sure

So what will you do
When you hold that knife
Will you slit your wrists
And end your life

Or when you hold those pills
What will you do
Will you down them at once
Or truly think it through

Is it worth it to end you life
Because all the pain
To throw away something so special
Thinking it has nothing to gain

So when the time comes
Will you be different and think twice
Putting the knife down
Not making even a single slice

Will you remember the good
And let it over power the bad
Flushing those pills down the toilet
Remember what you've had

Just think about that girl
She could have been someone's wife
She could have been happy
But instead she ended her life...