Killing myself slowly

Tears roll down her pale white face
and sting her blood shot eyes
she cuts her wrists and takes the drugs the chance of death is her prize

She lies there on the bathroom floor
seeping in the pain
blood is leaking from her arms
all shes left with is, scars and stains

She takes another over dose
slices another patch of skin
she's keeping count of all the times the knife just tends to win

She looks into the mirror
discused by what she sees
she holds her breath, smashes it in
falls to the ground and beggins to breath