What do you do, when things start to go wrong?
You have lied to your friends, and you can no longer stay strong.
How can you tell someone, you don't want them in your life?
When you can't even explain why, do you just want more time with the knife?
What happens when you cut so deep, you can not feel?
What happens when things suddenly get too real?
What do you do when you decide to turn away,
From one of the friends that chose to stay?
These questions go through her mind each and every day,
She keeps to herself now, so she can find a way.
She wants it to end, to feel nothing at all.
But how much would it hurt them, to know she began to fall?
She doesn't know why, but she's beginning to lie,
She fakes a smile, when inside she wants to cry.
Nobody knows that she doesn't want to exist,
While the blade slashes across, her already scared wrist.
She sits up at night, with the blade in her hand,
Thinking to herself, will I ever go through with my plan?
Thoughts go through her mind, reminding her she should go,
So she starts to write a letter, long and slow.
"I am sorry but I can not do this, it is time for me to go,
I am sorry if I hurt you, but there are some things you need to know.
I have been feeling unhappy, for quite a long time.
And now I think, I have stepped over that line.
I have had thoughts of how I will leave,
Please do not bother to say goodbye.
I never meant to hurt you,
So please do not cry.
I am sorry that while I write this, tears stream down my face,
And I think of how happy you will be, when I finally leave this place.
No longer will I have to pretend, that I got over you,
Now I can live on, as though I never knew."
She left the note upon her desk, ready to end her life,
She wrote I love you, and she grabbed her knife.
With the blade in her hand, she did two cuts then three.
With tears streaming down her cheeks she whispered, "I don't want to be me"
With the blade in her hand, she did one last cut,
She was going to go through with her plan, no matter what.
Her eyes start to close, as she crashes to the floor,
So much blood dripping down her arm, she can't take it any more.
She ended her life, because she didn't know what else to do.
She still couldn't handle the fact; she was still in love with you,
She had to stop her lying; she had to hide her tears.
Because she didn't want to believe that her friends really cared.
