Will Karry Poet I do not know?

The Dead Stare

She cried herself to sleep again last night 
But today she has to face it all once more 
The heartache and the pain is hitting once again 
As she heads out of her parents front door 
The trash talk starts once more today 
Just like it has for going on nigh three weeks 
She tries to push it away but it’s not working again today 
As tears again roll down her trembling cheeks 
The teachers seem to care not what’s going on 
Girls being girls is what they again say 
They don’t see the pain that driving her insane 
And probably wouldn’t care anyway 
Her parents found her dead in her room 
Wrists were cut and a note saying “so who cares?” 
Too late they realized what was happening in front of their eyes 
As the last thing they remember was her dead stare 
Will you help those who cry in vane? 
Or will you turn a deaf ear and hear no one? 
Will another have to die before anyone asks why? 
Just what in the world can be done? 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
It’s the same thing every day for some 
It’s nobody’s fault, it’s nobody’s business 
It’s just the world again on the run 
Too many times and not enough knowledge 
As everyone’s too busy to even care 
But what would you do if you wore their shoes 
And you were the one with their dead stare?

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