How could she.

Open your eyes
and look inside
at the heart thats broken more

the crimzon blood drips
from the razors tips
she knows she truely is a sore

she await for the day
and maybe she'll say
i am finally better

but she knows
that is a lie
her eyes are like the weather

the crystal rain
so full of pain
falls harshly on her skin

The pulls the blade
so she can fade
why did she let him in

Here she lies
happy to seeking eyes
But knows she is dead inside

she wears that mask
to cover her face
it help to hide all the lies

But she will wish for the day
where she can say
Oh yes, im Finally better