Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall Who is most broken of them all: Who looks on the day with blackened dread While painting her wrist in scarlet red Unable to managed the emotional strife Tries to find relief through gray, kitchen knife. Who's stuck in the hole of lackin sun Too worried about the shame he's let on the run Wants to the burn the memories and let them shred Finally ends the burdened problem with a gun to his head Who is the girl that had it all Then disaster struck, now there's none to call Who held the best of temporary friends Until time came for a hand to lend Who is the young boy unable to cope While his parents last still on cemetery slope Alone on the Earth without someone to care Surely this is too much for a child to bare Who lost their treasure without a choice Screaming at him till losing their voice Filled with nightmares of that miserable day Praying in that his face will soon fade away Who feels isolated when others have their own group It's like putting a number in alphabetical soup Watching them live life from a line on the side Eyes darkened by late nights he stayed up and cried Mirror, mirror on the wall How is it possible to help them all?