A cut to a tear,
Blood dripping down the mirror,
She never predicted,
She'd become addicted,
To the feeling of the knife,
Taking away her life,
One thing led to another,
And not even her mother,
Knew what she'd do,
When she was feeling so blue,
She always wore black,
Always would slack,
At things thing's she used to enjoy,
The feeling of her boy,
One day it all went down hill,
Taking pill after pill,
She almost died that day,
Her life taken away,
Her friends didn't care,
And without a moment to spare,
Left her alone in the dark,
Where she made her final mark.
