she took the blade
drew it across her arm
pressing deeper,as the blood seeped
feeling her life just fade
as she lies,
thinking of what she's done
her heart cries
It will never be right
the battle she has not won
she cannot give up the fright
theres nothing to gain
her life nothing but pain
she's just too stressed
Her life one big mess
she tired to be strong
her days just too long
the pain she feels
nobody knows is real
so she sits late at night
thinking of he rlife and what shes done
watching the blood fall
Looking at the patterns shes made
all this came from a tiny blade
as her life simply fades away
maybe there will be a better day
