Completely broken,
Torn apart.
Worn at the seams,
Left with no heart.
Abused and afraid,
Cared for by no one.
A lonely parade,
On the street of broken souls.
Left on solid shame,
She awaits her day of death.
And soon it came.
A lonely night,
With tattered dreams.
Ripped from sleep,
And unusual it seems.
Crying silently,
Heart beating fast.
She crawls from her bed,
To find it at last.
A blood-soaked mother,
A completely silent dad,
A broken brother,
A scene so sad.
He finally did what he wanted,
To tell his parents the truth...
His dreams were haunted,
His nights were cold,
All the memories he gathered,
Left for everyone to unfold,
A note explaining everything,
And even the reason why,
Now this poor little girl,
Is left with nothing but a lie,
Her parents were alcoholics,
And her brother was all she had,
She knows she'd be better off,
Doing the same,
But she's afraid of death,
But she knew as soon as it came,
She always wondered,
Why live life,
If there's no reason to live?
Nothing but a knife,
And nothing to give.
Blood dripping from her heart,
Tears leaking from her eyes,
They were torn apart,
By a missunderstood disguise,
They pretended to be happy,
When they obviously were not,
Nothing changed the way they felt,
They were just left to rot,
A brother and a sister,
Of sixteen and thirteen,
He killed himself to be noticed,
And they all just thought mean,
It's his parents fault,
Because they never cared,
Now she's left all by herself,
So you better be prepared.
