Why are your eyes crying my dear?

Why is your lovely heart full of fear?

Why do your hands shake rapidly?

Why do your words float so quietly?

Why are you drowning in your thoughts?

Why are you trying so hard but thinking it's not enough?

Why are you slowly dying when you used to be blooming?

Why are your wrists stained red?

Why is your main desire to be dead?

Why are there lashes and scars on your body?

Why are you staring at the same mirror for the past hour?

Why are you so hopeless, feeling lack of power?

Why is there a blade in your weary hand?

Why is it only death you demand?

Why are you slicing what is supposed to keep you breathing?

Why is your body slowly fading?

Why have you fallen to the hard cold floor?

Why have you harmed once more?

Why is your heart beat suddenly dissapeared?

Why was death your only option my dear?