Tears in her eyes
Her life is full of lies
At home on her bed
She wishes she was dead
Her world is full of hate
To save her you’re just too late
She took a knife from the top draw
In it her reflection she saw
She runs the knife along her wrist
And wonders if she will be missed
The blood starts to pour
Straight onto the floor
She wipes the knife and puts it away
Then smiles as she knows this is her last day
