supersonic is the wave of endless spite, tossed at the corner room of a girl, with pain  as her nick-name.
soothing! is the heart that held her without blemish
wicked! was the noise you made on her needful nap.
and when it's all said and executed
you'd say, "i didn't know that you were going through depression"
"if only you'd have spoken up, maybe we would've helped"
pretty sure that you didn't know she was in pain even after the eye bags, of tearful nights.
the untimely and increase of silver blade cuts on her wrists, didn't paint a picture for them.

crimson was the pool she was in...
unspoken was the word she could've said
unread was the note she left behind.
"i didn't know" she was suicidal.