Death Not Being The Way

She held the knife so close to her heart.
Like a foolish child she sat and cried,
Didn't realize what she had done, what she had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled herself up, in tears scribed:

"To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never Give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
"Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way."

I was at the door, ran as fast as I could.
She was too weak to say she was sorry, otherwise she would have.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When I came and saw this pool of blood and you laying there,
This isn't the way life was meant to be.