How could we not notice she was unhappy?
How could we not notice her cries for help?
How could we not see she way dying from the inside out?
How could we not heard the anguish behind her lies?
How could we not see behind her fake smile?
How could we not see the emotions on exile ?
How could we not see the tear soaked cheeks?
How could we not acknowledge the sadness that lasted for weeks?
How could we not see she wanted to die?
How could we not see the buckets she cried?

Now she is still lying in a permanent bed
Much like the one she left painted blood red
Her eyes are shut and her wrists are slit
The shell of a girl that had so much wit
Crying our eyes out we have still yet to know
How did we let this girl go?
How can we apologize?
I guess you never know until someone dies.