No Love, No Life

The knife in hand.
Voices in  her head.
Phone next to her.
Laying on the bed.

She's awaiting your reply.
She needs an answer now.
She begins to cry.
No turning back now.

The knife penatrates her skin.
She cries more.
You wonder what is going on.
And the rain begins to pour.

She felt the need to leave the earth.
She felt the need to just go.
She asked you if you loved her.
And the answer you gave was,  "No."

Don't be surprised if you don't see her.
She may no longer exist.
You didn't love the girl who would die for you.
The proof is on her wrists.