Pull the trigger

I notice a girl in the mirror,
She's got a bitter smile and a broken down heart.
Black mascara tears fall across her pale skin,
And no-one understands the fears behind her eyes.
She slides the razor across her wrist,
Blood trails down her arm.
With her last breath she shouts she loves him,
But she's breaking down and nothing can stop her.
The pain is in her eyes,
She's fading away but the pain is still there.
She knows he knew,
And she can't handle it anymore.
She grasps the gun in her bloody trailed hands,
And She pulls the trigger .
It's over now.
The girl in the mirror is gone,
And she won't be waking up.