Oh child,
Your eyes have bled tears,
Your hair is unkept,
You should get up,
You ought to go make something of your life,
Why are you just sitting here crying,
Don't look at me like that,
Don't look at me with such hate,
I see pain in your eyes,
Brush away those tears,
Take a deep breath, child,
You are still young,
There are years ahead of you,
Put away that knife,
Hold on just a little longer.