This Suicide Girl is Me

This girl that hated life so much
Had never known anything but pain
She knew it couldn't get any better
She no longer had anything to gain.

Nobody else had known
Of how suicide crossed her mind
So many times just like now
But this girl, she was blind

There were so many things going
For this young girl in life
They will never know now
Why instead she chose the knife

As she lies alone in the dark
Her cheeks now wet with tears
She has no hopes anymore
No faith or believing-just fears.

Fears that she isn't loved
Or that she's now unseen
She doesn't think they care
She wasn't even thirteen

Every night she thought, "I'll kill myself today."
But she was always too scared to try,
She wasn't really sure anymore
If now she even wanted to die.

Then one day her friend saw
The new cuts on her arm
"What's this from?" She said
She knew it was the Devil's harm

The cutter got so scared
She decided it was that night
The night she'd go a little too far
It finally seemed like it was right

Dieing to be forever gone
Was better than if people knew
That she cut once again
They wouldn't believe it was true

The next day everyone knew
That this young girl had lied
She never really stopped cutting
It was her fault that everyone cried

The people that had known
Felt so bad all along
They had never told anyone
But it was too late-she was gone.

You still don't understand
None of you even see
You just don't get it do you?
That this girl is me.