The Result of Depression.

She's fed up with life,
And today's the last time she'll be hit.
She'll grab that knife,
Then put it to her wrist and make a slit.

She's too scared to tell anyone
Exactly what goes on at home.
But if she doesn't, it'll mean her parents won,
And her feelings will remain unshown.

No matter what she does or how she does it,
Her parents are never satisfied.
She would be continually hit,
And she continually cried.

She has put up with this pain for too long,
And now she is going to end it all.
She now sings the suicide song,
And has started planning the moment of her fall.

Listen carefully to what she says,
For you will never hear her say it again.
Tell her what she means to you,
And hold her while her tears rain.

Don't try to stop her from doing this,
You'll get hurt even more if you do.
Tell her that she'll be the one you'll miss,
And tell her that her death doesn't have to come true.

The knife is lieing in blood upon the floor,
And the overdose of pills has kicked in.
To her, life was an endless war,
And somehow, she knew she would never win.