She always pretended that everything was fine
but somewhere along the way, she had crossed a line
doing stuff she always said she never thought she would
doing whatever she wanted simply cuz she could
somewhere along the way, she gave in to depression
no longer did she care about making a good impression
drinking and smoking with her friends
doing stuff that just screwed her up more in the end
everything she did, just added to her pain
cutting was the only thing that kept her from going insane
no one payed attention; no one seemed to care
no one offered a helping hand when the pain was too much to bear
she finally stopped long enough to notice all her scars
and it didnt take her long to realize she had gone too far
she wanted to turn her life around but she knew it was too late
so as she sat alone in that house, she decided her fate
she picked up a knife and as she pressed the blade against her skin
she asked god to please forgive her of her sins
as she pressed a little harder and watched the blood starting to flow
suddenly she realized she didnt want to go
she threw the knife across the room and said that she was done
the battle she\\\'d been fighting had finally been won
she was through with alcohol and drugs; she got rid of her knife
because in this battle of life and death she had chosen
LIFE
