Theres a girl

There's this girl,
Holding on by a thread,
But ready to make it end.
She can't keep living this life,
It's tearing her apart.
She's self harming and bleeding,
She's drinking and smoking.
She's taking pills and holding this gun to her head,
Finger on the trigger,
Gun up to her head,
Pills on the floor,
Tears down her face.
Has no friends,
All alone,
She feels invisible,
She's like a ghost,
She doesn't want to be this girl anymore,
So sick of whishing,
Ready for change.
Confused in her own thoughts.
Lost in her own world.
Living in a dream,
So far from reality.
Living with regrets.
Tired of the way she's living.
Waiting for this to get better.
Will she end it or will she hang on?