[LittleMilly]

She cries on her bed and cries her crimson tears.
Her love she kept she poured through tears
The hurt she can’t handle overflowed to her knife
And the times she knew were gone.

As she lay of the floor caught in a daze
The people around her worry to death
They called up the hospital, an ambulance came
And she ended up in re-hab.

The times she spent being watched
Oh the careless times
The group therapy was through
And the poor child gave up.

Weeks after re-hab she would let them bleed.
Her friends start to worry as she sat at her locker
All the fun they had was gone
They stopped being friends forever.

She was left a lonely child and began to give up
Those suicidal thoughts became clear.
But the day came when she believed life would be better.
But the day never came.

Her loved ones wept all through her funeral
Her hands were cold as ice
Her rosy cheeks and soft red lips were no more
This is what could have happened.

this is what will happen