You don’t know pain until
                                          You see
The scars on her wrists
Or the short texts
Leaving you hanging
Wondering why

You don’t know pain until
                                          You hear her
Puking her guts out in
A bathroom stall
Her excuse for too tight
Clothes she tried on at the mall

You don’t know pain until  
                                          You see her
Bleeding her heart out
On her bedroom floor
Sprawled out next to an empty cartridge
A lethal piece of machinery
And shiny silver bullets
Scattered about
As if they were part of the scenery

You don’t know pain until
                                            You look
Death in the eye and the truth
Staring straight at you
                                           You don’t know
Pain                                                      
           Until
                                

                                  It’s    
                                            too        
                                                       *late