Tears roll down her eyes
as the blood spreads on the floor t
he knife fell to the ground
she knew it would hurt
she had done all she could
she had no more to give
to her she had
no real reason to live.
Her mother left
when she was nine
alone she cried
but pretended to be fine
she had done all she could
she had no more to give
to her she had
no real reason to live.
Her teachers never
understood her
they just got mad
and called her father
she had done all she could
she had no more to give
to her she had
no real reason to live.
And now as the blood
spreads on the floor
she isnt depressed
anymore
but to all those she left
she had so much to give
and that was enough
of a reason to live.