Too Late She's Dead

Do you wanna know her?
Do you wanna try?

Her life's a little complicated 
Let me tell you why,

She feels unloved unwanted
She cries 6 times a day
Her heart is nearly broken 
She's in a lot of pain
She cuts herself to feel 
That's how she plays her life

She smiles at the blade
Like blood it is summer rain

 
So are you scared to know her?
Are you too scared to try?
Do you think her life's a little complicated?
If not let me tell you why,
She screams and cries for help
Maybe a way out
She's trapped in a world of hate
A world of lies and tears 
She lies on her bed at night 
And wonders "Why am I still here?"
And when she falls asleep
Nightmares haunt her dreams

So are you still scared to know her?
Are you still scared to try?
You think her life's complicated?

Too late that girl died,
They found her on her bed 
Her throat slit every which way
They waved her death away 
Like it was a everyday thing 
She didn't deserve to die 
She deserved to live
But I guess when you live in hell
Heaven always wins.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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