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.