She tries to hide all of her lies,
but then again their right in front of my eyes,
when its dark and i am sleep,
she's not dreaming,
she is cutting her wrist,
their is to many scars for me to count,
that is why i am freaking out,
she has a little rhyme she tells me every day,
it sound like this but it has a twist,
it goes something like this,
" here's a picture a picture with the twist this picture was not made with a Crayola it was made with a knife and my wrist"
Yeah, that is how is goes but know her life is taking its toll,
not with cutting,
but with drugs,
i tried to help her but i lost my way i started to cut away my pain,
i stop that so quickly not a moment to lose,
now my friend is dieing not a moment of truth,
all her lies are way to far behind,
i need her to live and let her pain die,
someone please help cause,
i don't know what to do,
she's falling so fast,
i can't catch her now,
so here we are once again,
i thought she changed,
but i guess that she didn't,
she's cutting again,
she's smoking the weed again,
so many lies right in front of my eye's,
someone please tell me why?
