Bleeding Girl

She sits in a corner, her wrists bleed in gallons,
The blood on her wrists, it sparkles, and glistens.
She cries herself to sleep because of you,
Pretending your so cool, by telling here you're through.
Well, it's not your relationship that's through its her, before you know it she'll be gone,
She'll only be a memory, a memory that won't stay very long.
A memory that will be just another person,
Who DIED of her depression.
She slits her wrists deeper, and pops in a pill,
There will be no more time to just sit back and chill.
She begins to gasp for air, but then gives up,
Because she is sick of lies, fakers, and gossip.
She writes a letter quickly, in her own blood,
And she screams out in anger her life is a dud!
She turns pale, and thanks god she's finally leaving,
She has died of depression, and from her bleeding.

Yeah, this is stupid, I know, well whatever, I was bored. Got to love being bored in school...haha

~*Who Cares?*~