She longs for what people call 'happy'
She thought she did everything right.
She met a boy
She said she loved him
And she treated him right.

She tried to feel something different
Something new and something rare.
But she felt the same dull numbness
In the cold autumn air.

She's been unhappy for years now,
Battle scars displayed on her wrists.
She's tried for so many years now
15 years with nothing to show.

She didn't know how to ask for help
But she sent out a silent cry.
People judged and laughed and pointed
Unknowing of whats inside.

She had enough of going home to cry.
She used to think the worst thing was to end up all alone
But now the worst thing was being alive.

She gave it another week,
Before she committed suicide.
Nobody gave a **** about her
Until the day she died.