What It Has Come To

Crimson red trickles,

 Eyes dull and face pained,

I feel the sorrow but I cannot feel the heart ache,

I wish society would not have come to this,

Taking the easy way out rather than trying to mend the wounds,

The suicidal thoughts that plague the minds of the depressed,

It is unbearable,

I want to help but alas these people are already in too deep,

These people passed the line long ago,

It is sad to know that these pain-stricken souls feel that there is no other way out,

That no one cares,

They are they are terribly wrong,

People do care.