Looking in the mirror,
And what do I see,
Nothing but a worthless person staring at me,
So lifeless,
So useless,
What is the point to be or not to be,
Long black hair,
Sleek and straight,
Face so putrid,
Seeing that person you'll start to hate,
Long rolling tears streaming down her white face,
Holding a blade two inches away,
The end is near,
Knife held high,
Then speeding it down,
Cuts her wrist,
A puddle of blood,
She starts to drown,
Crying out loud,
No one hears,
Because the end is already here..
