She's Suffering My Dear...

A little girl of only 8
Who promised her mommies she'd never touch the blade

Her wrists are now pouring
Her visions are blurring

The promise was kept
Even as she sat in the bathroom and wept

Her sights had become to much
But she'd never do as such

These deep cuts began to appear
And her screams her mother did hear

Running to her angel's side
She saw the blood and nearly died

She quickly ran for some towels and the phone
She listened to the dial tone

When no one answered she threw the phone
It shattered as she knew her and Moon would face this alone

Grated it wasn't the Mortician mother's fault for being gone

Maybe she didn't feel her dear daughter's cuts
Or her sisters screams to have her appear

Though I managed to hault the blood
Moon's tears continued to flood

"She'll be here
I promise my dear"

I whispered as her tears became weaker
And her eyes became bleaker

Then the radio turned on
Moon jumped as it said "its almost dawn"

Moon began to tremble in her arms
Then threw the house something triggered the alarms

I'm trying so hard to heal her scars
But there aren't even any passing cars

I can't do this alone
Why can't you hear her desperate moan

We're loosing our Moon
She'll be gone soon

Why aren't you here?
She's suffering my dear..

I don't want this to be her last tear.....