Crimson Red Wrists

Had he of held her a little closer
And showed her he cared
All the corrupted thoughts she had
To him she might have shared

Had he of said how he really felt
Suicide wouldn't be on her mind
Had he of treated her a little better
Happiness she might find

Had he of listened to her problems
They might no longer exist
He never paid attention to her
Or her crimson red wrists

Had he of taught her to laugh
LIke a good boyfriend would
Maybe a normal girl she could be
Be just like she should

Had he of said those three little words
She had never heard before
Mayber her pain would disappear
It would be no more

But the things he never told
The things he pushed aside
Bottled deep inside her soul
He was her suicide.

by:amber
note to reader: not a true poem