Too Late
She’s going to kill herself
Maybe not today or tomorrow,
But someday she will,
Before you cry “get a hotline”,
Know that we tried.
We tried so much,
But her heart has already died.
I don’t know whether she’ll use a gun or a knife,
Or if she’ll just pass time in a lifeless life,
But she is going to kill herself,
And I can’t save her,
I am no savior,
So I turn to one who is and I hear
NOTHING
I can’t save her,
Maybe HE won’t either,
She has already died,
She hardened her heart on the inside.
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