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?
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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