Believe Me
Written 5/7/99
She is in so much pain,
it's a crying shame.
Her hurt runs deep, on the inside and out,
I want to her help, but she can't hear me shout.
Her heart is filled with grief, making her blind,
to all words I say, all good and kind.
She needs me, but she won't admit it,
keeping it her own little secret.
Why won't she tell me, why won't she share,
she'll feel better, and know that I really do care.
If only I could make her believe me,
she would then be able to see.
That I do care, and want to be her friend,
I'd never hurt her, staying with her till the end.
But she shakes her head and cries,
why won't you let me just die!
It's not your time I say, you must wait,
if only she'd believe me, that'd be great.
I'd hold her and comfort her, if I could,
but she thinks she deserves to die, and should.
She has a razor, a friend she thinks it be,
I'll beg her not to, please.. oh please! I'm down on my knees.
There I will stay,
until she puts him away.
She says she hates the world, and doesn't plan on growing old,
all I know is that I'll hate the day, her body goes cold.