They asked her what was wrong as she went up the stairs
She said nothing it's fine while she held back her tears
Her life was all wrong and everything was a mess
She just couldn't handle all the pain and the stress
She was sick of herself and her own internal fights
All the lonely days that lead to her sleepless nights
Feeling alone she went and turned off her light
She reached under the bed and pulled out her knife
Pushing so hard she could never survive
She used her own blood and on the wall she would write
HATE was the word she thought fit the best
She wrote it and layed there until no blood was left
They'll never forget when she wrote hate on the wall
I guess that's what happens when you fail and fall
