No one

Those deep ocean blue eyes
cry out for help
but no one hears

The crimson red blood
drips down her pale ghost
like wrists

but no one sees
no one cares
no one will help

The poor innocent girl
sits alone
because every child makes her cry

Cry those salty clear drops
one after another
mixing with her crimson blood

No one can tell she
is dying
she puts on an act of happiness acting alive

But inside she is dying
dying for someone to help her to stop her crying

Slowly she fades away
crying with her deep ocean blue eyes
with her pale ghost like skin
with her broken heart
with her scarred soul . . .