Its to late for sorry;

Everyone thinks she's happy.
But the pain deep inside no on will see.
How this girl goes home and slits her wrist
Longing to be free

How sometimes when she gets lonley
She holds her pillow tight.
An shes tired from staying awake
Thinking of ways to die each night

She laughs she smiles
But at home she cry's and bleeds
Everyone thinks shes happy
but nothings as it seems.

Days go on
She cant take the pain.
She was once a glowing light
But now, Theres just no flame.

Dads never around
Mum never really cared
An as for her friends
when she needs them there never there.

Staring at her scars
Sitting on her bed
crying her eyes out
wishing she was dead.

she says life isnt worth living with the pain
she looks in the mirror
Tears on her cheaks
everything becomes clearer.

She gets out a pen
An the words of her heart she writes
See this is a suicide note
shes ending her life tonight.

The next morning
her mum opened her door
Pills on her bed side table
her baby girl is dead on the floor.

Her mum calasposes.
she doesnt understand
She thought her daughter was happy.
But all along this had been her plan.

She looks at the bedside table
See's a piece of paper looks like a note.
Tears streaming down her face.
As she reads the suicidal letter her daughter wrote.

I love you
An i know what i did was wrong.
but you see i havnt been happy.
iv been sad for quiet long.

Do not cry.
Be happy now im gone.
Im now free
so mum please dont morune.

I lived a life of pain.
Its written on my wrist
Im sorry mum i love you.
Forever your touch ill miss.