The effects of depression if help is not found. |
She hurts inside Her pain is strong Her spirit grows weak She feels she can't go on Her heart is empty She's all alone She yearns for death She can't go on She walks through life With her head hung low She keeps to herself She exists alone She cries alone She'll die alone Her life is empty Her life is bleak Her cold salty tears flow like rivers Down her crimson cheeks Life will always be hard For someone like her Her spirit is gentle Her soul is pure She exists alone She cries alone She'll die alone She feels she tried her hardest To get through each day But everyone tried harder To get in her way She gave it all she had She tried her best Then she thought "What’s the point?" "I might as well be dead." So she took the knife And sharpened the blade So it was ready for use Ready to take away the pain With one swift movement She ended her life in shame All her sorrow and suffering Flowed out her exposed veins Her torment is over now But so is her chance to be free She could've done anything But this she did not perceive She existed alone She cried alone She died alone |