• Accidents happen,
    Blood drips,
    Pain grows in their voice,
    Agony can't hide.

    A girl and a boy drive home,
    Irresponsibility comes,
    A drunk driver comes around the corner,
    He hits the girl and boy.

    Blood splatters on the windshield,
    Glass cuts their face,
    The soon die holding each others hand,
    A final kiss they share,
    Their life soon fades.

    The ambulance comes to late,
    Lives are lost,
    But the drunk driver is lost,
    Now he lives with their blood on his hands.

    A small boy grows tired,
    Tired of the constant regret of his parents,
    His friends leaving him,
    Every boy beating on him,
    Every girl laughs at him,
    He gets tired.

    He pretends everything is fine,
    He takes a rope and ties it to the top of his bed,
    He gives one last tear,
    He jumps,
    His neck turns,
    His blood falls down his neck to the floor.

    His blood will stain everyone's hands.

    A young girl runs for her mother,
    So close yet so far,
    A man grabs her and takes her,
    She yells for help,
    No one helps.

    He beats her,
    Every night he put make-up on her,
    He holds her down,
    She can never get away,
    Her blood will be on his hands forever.

    She takes his knife,
    A quick slash,
    Now she's gone,
    Her blood is splattered across the floor.

    Blood that drips down their neck,
    Nothing to stop it,
    Dark as a red rose,
    It runs down their arms.

    Now, it's lives lost,
    Lost by people who didn't care,
    Lost by people being irresponsible,
    Lost by insecurity.

    Now divoted parents cry from their loss,
    Families cry on one another's shoulder,
    Lives changed by their loss,
    Tears,
    Blood,
    Depression,
    All from a loss.