What else could I do?

Nobody cared anyway.

I tried to speak up,

I tried to tell my story.

The thing is,

Nobody wanted to hear it

Until I wasn't there to tell it.

They'll wonder why I didn't tell anyone,

Why I didn't get help.

I tried to, but they didn't listen.

They were sorry.

They felt bad,

And they realize that they saw the signs.

They saw them,

But they didn't know it until I wasn't there to tell them.

They wanted me to talk to them

Only after I was gone.

They blamed me for not talking to anyone,

Because they were always there for me.

The thing is,

They didn't want to hear it

Until after I was gone.