rest little one

she walked with tears in her eyes
so beaten, she didn't bother to hide
what everyone will soon know is how much she tried
to get better in fact, too much for her...she would always cry
all the shit everyone expect of her
its too much, it just burns
she knows they care
but what she doesn't wanna share
is that awful feeling inside
that shes there, but shes not
that someone cares, but they don't
that shes alone, but shes not
the voices running in her head
all tell her the same
"do it now! it'll be better. no one would care, what are you waiting for?!?"
poor child...it was all too much
she grabbed the gun
pressed softly to her skin
look at the sky, and with a blink of an eye
she was gone, forever now
rest little one, they wont bother to care