Unwanted.
Unloved.
There they go again...

Fighting.
Kicking.
Screaming.

For every word
that gets spoken,
tears another piece
of her heart away.

Isolation.
Depression.
Anger.
Hatred.

Everyday the same.
Seems like it will never be changed.

As the darkness consumes her,
the more she drifts away.
Without knowning.
Wiyhout wanting to.

No one listens.
No one notices her.
Its like she isnt there.
Its like she doesnt exist.

What will happen if,
she slits her wrist and
as she watches the blood pour,
she dies?

Would you notice her then?
Would you regret the words
that you said?

Would you listen to her then?
Would you try to save her
from the death she
is heading towards?

Would you?
Or would you carry on..
your everyday life?
Pretending?
Ignoring?
The true fact that
she lived at all?

Unwanted.
Unloved.
There they go again...

No one listens.
NO one notices her.
Its like she isnt there.
Its like she doesnt exist.