When I look in the mirror I start to cry, because I don't recognize the person starting back at me and I don't know why!
She's not the person I knew and loved, now I see a sad and lonely girl covered in scars and blood.
Her face used to only covered in her beautiful hair, now it's covered in black mascara flowing down without a care.
A razor has replaced her best friend, she used to love her life but now she wants it to end.
She never needed someone to save her, but now she needs someone more than ever.
I can't see her suffering anymore so I must help her die, I took that razor and ended her life as she said her last goodbye.
