The girl who will never come back

I hold the bottle to my lips
as i take the blade out of the drawer
i take the next sip
as the blade begins to slip

so slowly as it rips the skin
but i still cannot feel anything
its like that bottle that I'm holding
is pure cyanide

i cant put it down
and i cant stop the bleeding
i don't know if i want to die
but in the back of my mind I'm pleading

just keep cutting
its no worse then a tattoo
so what it doesn't have the ink
but what does that make you

your tattoos don't have stories behind them
you cant say you were depressed
but we can only go around hoping
they will only see me at my best

long sleeve shirts and jeans
all year around
i cover up the broken heart
so it can never ever be found

i think of so many things
as i take my last sip from that bottle
i slowly fall to the floor
with no regret in my heart

i was tired of the pain
and never could get help
but for the first time in forever
i couldn't pick myself back up

they found me with my razor
they found me with the jack
they found me in a puddle of blood
they found me as the girl who will never come back