Blood Stained Snow

She might have been depressed
But I know she felt oppressed
She might have felt no other choice
No one heard her voice

She thought she might feel something
And resorted to the chilling
Perhaps she didn't want it
But a fire had been lit

Her blood screams out from the ground
She was tied and bound
But it's still really hard to know
That it's my blood on blood stained snow

She might have been lost and or down
But she was found on the ground
Death's not funny, not a joke
Who ever said life's not a joke?

She'd perhaps been pressured hot
Or so ice cold or maybe not
Either way, her blood pours out
It's what hell is all about

Her body sits here rather cold
How many times she's been told
But it's still really hard to know
That it's my blood on blood stained snow

She lived such a fragile life
Blown away into the night
Wrists are slashed and stained blood red
This is where her sadness led

There really is no going back
Fading into black
Once you're gone you're really gone
Everything's gone wrong

Her tattered life flows out in streams
Filled with wrong and broken dreams
But it's still really hard to know
That it's my blood on blood stained snow