These Words Scream

The lonely hour

As she lies bleeding on the floor
She promised she would do no more
Harm to herself she really tried
But even she knew that she had lied
Now she is dying and no one is home
She has no help she is all alone
She wants to get up and fix it all
But there is no one left for her to call
Now as she dies on the floor
She hears everyone calling her a whore
She hears them calling out cutter-slut
Now she wishes she didn't cut
She wishes she could prove them wrong
But now that dream sounds far too long
She made the choice and now she will loose
She wishes that she could choose
If she could she would choose life
If only she didn't grab that knife
Now she is dead and she can't be heard
But she had so many things and words
To tell you about and to show you now
She could show what not to do and show you how
To over come those things to hard
To do on your own to play your own cards
She would tell you it is wrong
She shouldn't have done it all along
But now she's dead and you can't see
How much she really meant to me