But…

They tell her they care
But why
When they're never there?
Whenever
She cried out
They weren't about

They said she shouldn't cut
But how
Would they know her pain, the rut?
Because
They don't play
Their torture, like her, each day

They criticize her pain
But never
Did she have something to gain
So
This time she said goodbye
This time, she died.