Too Busy Dying

She sits alone and cries,
Her life full of lies.
She urges the blade deeper,
Doesn't anybody hear her?
She cries out for help,
But she is all by herself.
She loads the bullet in the gun,
For her in life there is no fun.
Bang, bang, she hits the ground,
Her body waiting to be found.
There are to many left alone,
To suffer through life on their own.
Life isn't sweet, learn that now,
But when I say that, some will frown.
They don't listen, they think I'm lying,
But look at all the people dying.