Picture on her wrist

I can't stand myself anymore
Or this mirror's reflection, I'm not sure why I'm mad for
She's slowly crying her tears of pain
She's dying inside and slowly going insane
She doesn't know how to turn her life around
She wants to leave quietly without making a sound
She hates these drugs that she calls her friend
She realizes that she needs to put this to an end
She has a house, but not a home
They ignore her and fight so much, she feels more than alone
She hates her past of fighting and all
She knows she heading for a terrible fall
She misses her friends that God has taken from her life
She hates how her anger is solved by using this knife
She can't find where she put her world
She can't figure out what happened to this girl
She's fallen out of this world and into a hole
She can't find the life that her past has stole
She can't wipe her tears, the pain still remains
And she's the only one she blames
Nothing can change, only one thing can
She needs to erase this life she can't stand
She finishes her drugs and cigarettes all at the same time
She isn't worrying about tomorrow, she isn't even crying
She makes a picture of a cross, that picture she then kissed
She slowly slipped away, alone with the cross on her wrist