Faded scarlet and red splatters,
scattered puddles on the floor.
The body bagged and tagged,
of a girl who breathes no more.
With a blade she cut her wrists,
and the bleeding ended all she knew.
But now she's left them all behind,
her friends who had no clue.
She never told them of her pains,
she never told them how they lied.
Every day she wore a warm fake smile,
but every night she cried.
So she took in her hand a trusted blade,
with which she cut deep to end her life.
And she bled until there was no more to bleed,
thanks to her kitchen knife.
Now all that's left of who she was,
only in their hearts shall remain.
And they're all left now to wonder,
what had caused her so much pain.
Pictures on her wall remind her friends,
of all the love to her they gave.
But because of this unknown pain,
still her life they couldn't save.
