Every second in a day seems longer.
there's no way I'm gonna get stronger.

She cuts her wrists,
but every cut's a miss.

That's two times now.
She'll make it somehow.

Don't give this up hun.
Can't take that gun.

Barrels pointed at her head.
She hopes one shot will make her dead.

Will they see me now?
Will my father be proud,
that for once I stood up for myself?

Will I finally be out of the way?
Or is that what my mother had to say?

Will everyone still fight?
Or realize neither were right?

She took her life.
Now she'll never be a wife.

She won't be a mother.
What about her brother?

He cries for weeks.
His pain is bleak.

Every second in a day seems longer.
There's no way he's gonna get stronger...