Carry toke the razor
Started at it for a while
She looked in the mirror
Seeing her face
As if it was a disgrace
She remember the fights
She wonders why
Waste her life
On something so high
The burses she holds
They turn into a secretes
That are untold
Her friend they know
They’ve told her to tell
But who would listen to her cries?
When they all think she lies
So here is her choice
So she’s ending her life
If only one adult would have listen
Maybe Carry’s choice wouldn’t happen
