You overlook her problems, Because her problems are not yours.
Her tears come out so quickly that they saturate the floors.
Her screams aimed at the Heavens, Which she knows do not exist.
The blood, it flows like water, simply draining from her wrist.
Her body lies so still as her life falls to the ground.
She tries to hide it from the others, so she doesn't make a sound.
Her fingers, now so numb, and her arms are turning cold.
All the problems she kept in, when she knew she should have told.
She's now completely numb, and emotions now long gone.
Now we know that she won't make it through the light of dawn.
Then her last drop of life falls silently to the floors.
Because you overlooked her problems just because they were not yours.
 
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