Blade to my wrist

She's in her room
with the blade to her wrist
this poems could end now
but there's a sick little twist

cause she loves this boy
and he loves her back
but true honestly is something
they both lack

he says she's perfect
as he stares into her eyes
damn he's so good
at telling lies

she's still so sad
but doesn't know why
he was there for her
when she wanted to die

but at home she sits with tears
streaming down
she looks into the mirror
all she does is frown

she hates the way she looks
she cant stand it anymore
she's not an Innocent girl
she's rotten to the core

so as she sits there
she knows what she must do
so With her last breath
she whispers, goodbye, i will always love you.