Angels of helplessness
Of truth it seeks...

Her wounded soul
Lay deep inside...

The darkness shadows her pale frame
As she constantly re-lives her pain...

The sun rises
Her soul grasped by fire...

Her freckled smile
Is her line...

They tell her they care
But why...

Her wrists are covered
In hurtful memory...

I stood back in horror
Broke down to the floor...

My tear stained cheeks
My wrists in crimson debt...

Why don’t we listen
To the painful cries...

The glass shattered among the ground
The pieces crash but make no sound...

They said that they did it
Only ‘cause they care...