Time is ticking, ticking on.

As it goes by you seem withdrawn.

Blood is flowing from your wrist,

Soon you will cease to exist.

There’s nothing to do..

Nothing I could say.

Nothing that would make you

Stay in this place.

You are not, some superhero.

As the bullies seemed to know.

You have never known your worth.

You’ve been hated since your birth.

There’s nothing to do

Nothing I could say

Nothing that would make you

Stay in this place

You’ve now poured bleach between your lips.

You watch the blood as it drips.

You can’t fail now, You've’ve come too far.

If you do, there will be scars.

There’s nothing to do..

Nothing I could say.

Nothing that would make you

Stay in this place.

There’s someone knocking on the door.

You have long-since hit the floor.

When I come in, I see the blood.

Then the tears came as a flood.

Were you sure that there was nothing I could do?

Were you sure I had nothing to say?

Please, if you hear me, believe me, I wish you had stayed.

-SC