Disclaimer: I don't own The Virgin Suicides or anything related to it. I do own this text.

"Crying for help, crying for help…
Will it come someday? Will it finally appear?

Will people finally come to my rescue?
I need help, will it come someday?
When you're too afraid to ask for it,
does it appear anyway?
Will you come someday?

Cry for help, I cry for help…
Will it come someday? Will it finally appear?
Will you come someday?

Scream for attention, someday you'll get it.
Young in pain, it'll be over someday…
Before it's too late.

Hear my silent cry, answer my unasked questions.
Before it's too late.

I make no noise, inside I'm screaming.
I can't ask, yet I'm dying to know.
Before it's too late.

Notice my scars, marks of my pain.
Talk to me, talk to me.
Ask me why, what is wrong.
Talk to me, talk to me.
So much more, you don't know.
Talk to me, talk to me.
Before it's too late.

Hear my silent cry, answer my unasked questions.
Before it's too late.

I make no noise, inside I'm screaming.
I can't ask, yet I'm dying to know.
Before it's too late.

No one knows what I'm hiding,
nor it's easy to explain.
Stop acting like you're blind,
or are you just afraid to see?

I make no noise, inside I'm screaming.
I can't ask, yet I'm dying to know.
Before it's too late.

Cry… in the middle of the night.
I always was afraid of dark.
But now it welcomes me with grace,
cuz now I feel safe, in her embrace.

Help me now, I know I need you.
Before it's too late.

Is it too late?
Can I foster hopes?
I know my soul's dead.
And it all makes sense to me…
Fade to black.
I hear you calling…
But it's too late now"

Cecilia closed her eyes as the warm water covered her bleeding wrists.
"It won't take long…", she said to herself.

End of chapter.

AN: I wrote this a little while ago, I was going through a depression (I'm not quite fine yet), and I thought it maybe could work here… Let me know.