Withers away before the eyes of some with every word written,
Thoughts on killing oneself because only one was left smitten,
Jingles on blood on wrists, cutting and denying any type of blame,
Causing so many others grief and burying all the outward shame.
A husband and children left with not any choice of really what to do,
He calls the doctor and begs and pleads for help and a rescue,
For the sake of his kids he thinks of the threats with that knife,
He needs to think of his family now without any more violent strife.
They cart her off and place her in the place she should really be,
Where they can monitor all her medications and voices finally,
Sighs of relief are heard from those who dealt with this along,
Now they can have proper freedom and sing a brand new song.