To Write Love On Her Arms

I watch her eyes, so lifeless and dull,
Her skin so drawn it is basically her skull,
And I want to cry as she is doing now,
Her eyes still plead forgiveness from someone, somehow,
I see the blood, some dried, some fresh,
All about her arms, blending with her flesh,
I know she is scared, she doesn’t really want to die,
All she ever wanted was a reason why,
And this time she knows she has gone to far,
The cuts tonight will leave more than just a scar,
I pick up the phone and call nine-one-one,
And I hold her body as she watches the sun,
Her body is shaking, her skin way too cold,
She’s a frightened little girl again, needing to be hold,
And through this all she cries tears more and more,
And right about then, help arrives at the door,
She is put on a stretcher but won’t let me leave,
She holds on real tight, like I am her only relief,
I place a kiss on her head, a see-you-soon on my lips,
The scared little girl now is more than just a glimpse,
They take her away, her cries now of lose,
I want to cry too, but I can’t afford the cost,
I arrive at the hospital, she’s in a bed,
Tossing and turning, fighting monsters in her head,
I take her hand and hold it through the night,
Let her know I am with her, to not give up the fight,
Over her corpse a sheet is placed,
Like the hare she couldn’t win the race,
I stand over her grave to mourn alone,
It’s kind of hard to believe that she is finally gone,
On her grave I place a single red rose,
Why she died nobody but me truly knows,
On her grave-stone is a thing she liked a lot,
Even though it was too late for her, she believed your chances weren’t shot,
And there in her grave nothing can cause her harm,
Written on her tombstone, “To Write Love On Her Arms”