Stains

She looks in the mirror
And turns her head
She wishes all the time
That she was dead
I dont know why
She feels this way
I beg and beg
For her to stay
She opens a draw
And grabs a knife
She doesnt believe
Shes worthy of life
She holds the blade
Against her wrist
Tightens her arm
And balls a fist
She slides the knife
Across her vains
Pulls down her sleeve
And adds to the Stains....