He|p Her

She pulls up her sleeves,
Looks at her scars
And makes some more..

The blood drips slowly from her wrists,
Her arms are a mess, covered in cuts...

She wants you to help her, she wants you to care,
but you wont listen to her, its like shes not even there.

She went into the bathroom one night,
and opened the draw,
pulled out the blade
and cut herself some more.

I went to her house one day,
Walked through the bathroom,
as i opened the door i noticed blood on the floor

Ran into her room and saw her there
She had cut to deep,
cut a vein,
hit an artery,
bled to death...