All alone, sitting in the pouring rain.
Trying to forget all her agony & pain.
The lies she keeps from family & friends.
Will this nonsense ever end?
They would never suspect this mutilating act.
Not from her, pain's a feeling she lacks.
"She's always so happy!" That's what they all think.
They don't know, in her skin razors sink.
The crimson color flows as she kneels over and cries.
She breaths her last few breaths.
This is her suicidal good-bye
