Would you let her die?

She walks along slowly,
Her vision just of ground.
She walks along like yesterday,
Her sobs not making a sound.

She knows you were watching her,
When she walked past your house.
Though none of you said a word,
You both stayed as quiet as a mouse.

She knew better,
When you asked her to the dance.
She knew you didn’t mean it,
She knew she never stood a chance.

When you think of her now,
What will you truly think.
She deserved more then what you did to her,
You just wash away your worries with a drink.

She goes upstairs to hide herself,
Thankfully no one else is home.
She’s left to fall to pieces,
Ever since you left her alone.

She decides to do it the cliché way,
Like it was her own personal dare.
She didn’t think much of it,
Its not like anyone else would care.

She writes a letter,
It was to you, the one she loves.
She’s trying to let her emotions free,
Like a pack of flying doves.

She sits there waiting for her life to end,
She runs the blade across her skin.
God wont let her into heaven now,
Suicide is definitely a sin.

As the blood flows slowly,
The carpet stained crimson red.
Her eyes close slowly,
Now she’s truly dead.