Darkness in her soul,
and tears in her eyes,
she wants you to let go,
she's sick of all the lies.
writing all her secrets,
in a journal far from read,
she doesn't want you to know,
her secrets you might spread.
trusting not a soul,
in this world which she hates,
she pushes you away,
she doesn't want any mates.
by you trying to get closer,
will only make it worse,
she's trying to make you forget,
about her life, its a curse.
once she thinks you don't care,
she trys to end it for herself,
no-one can cure depression,
it's tearing at her health.
every-night she lights to candles,
and thinks about her knife,
she blows one out for sanity,
and the last candle is her life.
