A stage,
Running away from the preformers.
A mountain,
Slipping away from the lava.
A page,
Hiding away from the words.
A girl,
Turning away from her feelings.

The preformers,
Trying to catch up with the stage.
The lava,
Holding on to the mountain.
The words,
Desperately searching for the page.
The feelings,
Trying to make her feel real.

Nobody listenes when she screams.
Nobody tries to hear when she begges for pardon.
Nobody cares about the tears on her cheeks.
Nobody tries to figure out why she cuttes her arms.
She is all alone.
Nobody cares.

She is standing on a bridge.
Beneath her a railway.
She is pulling a gun into her mouth.
She is trying to figure out:
Which way does hurt the most?

She can't choose.
A train is approaching.
She jumps.
And she pulles the trigger.
She is dead.
Because nobody cared.