Ghosts don't cry

She wishes she would have done it different, wished she would have dared.
But she couldn't get herself to jump, she was simply scared.
It would have ended everything, maybe it would have stopped.
She wished she was gone far away, for every tear that dropped.
She can't take the tears, and she can't take the pain,
Now she's standing there, alone in the rain.
She wish she would have joined the others, the people who left her behind.
She wants them back, but all the has are the thoughts in her mind.
She wish someone cared, she had someone to hold.
Instead of standing there alone in the cold.
"I guess I'm supposed to die alone, and I guess thats fine.
I am not meant for this world, God messed with my design."
She wish she dared to jump, wish she dared to die.
Only because she knows inside: ghosts don't cry.