Thousands are sleeping,
Another teen is dead.
While they're all home resting,
She's fighting fighting the monsters in her head.
The days are getting shorter,
The nights are way to long,
Everybody is asleep,
But she is striving to be strong.
Many other are like her,
Their stories never said.
All teenagers are sad,
and their wrists are all stained red.
Now they are becoming angels,
Watching the sleeping from above.
This is what we do, guide the ones we love.