Permanant Solution

A life and story that has just begun
Wishes that it'd just be done
She holds the gun in her hand
And waits to pull the trigger on command

She sits in silent rage
Like an animal locked in a cage
Shes locked in her room
With a destine of doom

A depressed little girl
With her thoughts a whirl
She just wants out
Of the suicide thoughts she constantly thinks about

No where left to go
But to turn to the only thing she knows
The knife is put to her wrist
Because she knows she won't be missed

Cut, cut, cut
Each time it's deeper
Until she hits the vein
And finds her permanant solution to her temporary pain