She's lost.
A world that spins closer and closer to her fate,
An awful dream in which she cannot awake.
Falling off the edge of the blade,
All because she got played.
She took to the bottle yet no answers were found,
Only leaving her with no memory, waking up on the ground.
She turned to the joint, which wasn't her friend,
Instead could've brought her life to an end.
She turned not to friends, nor family either,
Nor to God, even though she wasn't that big of a believer.
She took the blade drew pictures of pain on her arm,
Not knowing that she wasn't the only being harmed.
Funny how she killed herself over a broken heart,
When all the ones that loved her were here from the start.
