Over there, sitting, do you know?
Wearing black, red, colors
Of nightmares stained with tears
Over there, watching
With painted faces covered with black
Safety pins and piercing
Chopped hair standing in places
Over there, can’t you tell?
Their clothes depict melancholy scenes
Wrists scared and torn, veins crying
Just like their makeup….

Over there, wishing to be with others
Instead just hiding away in fear
Don’t you know?
The way the look at you
With envy and fear
Inside their tragic hearts
You are but the hero or the slain
The one they write of in those
Faded journal pages…

Over there, mourning their lives
Do you know?
Don’t you remember the one you
Used to call friend is now
Biding her time
Watching you Knowing you
Day by day her mind
Twists with the intricate hypocrisy
Didn’t you know?
She could be so great, such help
But over there

Over there, just alone in her world
Looking ready to cry
Angry with the world
Ready to give in,
Wanting.
             Wanting
                         Wanting
Just to give up
Trying so hard to end everything
Seeming to be just in depression
So misunderstood
Over there, did you notice?
She’s perfectly sane
In her own way at least
Watch, just be patient
No one had ever listened to her
Truly, without mocking
Maybe you could help
Make her stop slashing
And crying
And jumping
And trying to die
Maybe you could help.
She’s waiting
Can’t you see her?
She’s…

Over there, waiting without intention
Of doing anything to harm anyone
Other than herself.
Won’t you help her?
Maybe she’d understand
She’s not at ease when those cuts overflow
Ooze with pain and cry for her
After her eyes have given up
Tears that stain and dry and revolt
Maybe you could help her.
She’s sitting right
Over there…