She Cut Herself
A girl cut herself today, you may know her, your sister, maybe your friend
Well she bled out today, she’s dead now, she’s already met her end
She told you that she was sad, she’s depressed, that she hated herself, her life
But you failed to see that in her room, under her bed, she already hid a knife
You told her all was fine, and she needed to suck it up and go away
But little did you know that your ignorance is what made today her last day
You could have said “I understand”, could have told her you loved her still
But you killed her instead, you killed your friend, is that what you do? You kill?
No matter, past is past, you can’t change your sins, but your hands are covered in blood
The blood of the girl who cut herself today, because you forgot to show her love
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