Head full of confusion,
Eyes full of tears.
Memory is blurred,
Filled with a bunch of fears.
Voice is so weak,
She cannot speak.
Arms quiver,
Everytime she gets a shiver.
Her body is so cold.
Wrists full of scars,
Lined up, one by one.
She used a razor,
Instead of a gun.
Stomach gets thinner,
As she does not eat.
Legs weaker,
For she no longer runs.
She stands on her feet,
With no where to go.
Life is a mess,
Its filled with stress,
So she sleeps the night away,
Hoping for a better day.
