Why


No one cared whether she lived or died
No one cared if she laughed or cried
No one cared when she wanted to die
Now she’s gone and they wonder
Why.
The cuts in her wrist no one sees
She always wore long sleeves
They wondered
Why.
The redness of her eyes
From how much she cried
They never asked
Why
Now she gone
Suicide

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