On the floor,
lays her cold body,
she cut her wrist to deep,
cause she had nobody.
as i sat there and watch,
the blood bleed from her wrist,
now i look at her and wonder,
how could she do this?
45 minutes of cold hearted pain,
as her bloody body lays on the floor,
three days went by,
until someone walked through her door.
Everyone walked past me,
they just looked at the body bruised and Broken,
they didnt even see me,
they just looked at the scars on her wrist that were cut open.
I sat there and cried,
as no one else seemed to care,
yet again i wonder,
did anyone even notice she was there?
No one ever stoped,
to know what was this girl's name,
now that she is gone,
will things still be the same?
Still i stare at the body,
as people walked right past me,
then i take a closer look,
and i couldnt believe what i see.
The next second i was laying on the ground,
with my body bruised and broken,
i tried to move my lips,
but yet no words were spoken..
The girl that was on the floor,
was really me from the start,
now i think back to when it all happened,
when i was dying from a broken heart....
