Crying Out Blood

She cries out a pile of blood full of fears
Not so much a river full of tears
She sits on her bed, bleeding to die
Thinking no one is staisfied

Nobody listens to what she has 2 say
They never think if she\'s okay
The tears are full ov sin and disgrace
But do not run down the side of her face

Off the side of her wrist, it slowely drips
Coming from the words said by her lips
She\'s one of three not four
To lay there so hopelessly unsure