Help Her

When she Looks in the mirror,
is it really her she sees.
Or is it the girl that hides all her feelings and fears?
Has she been like this most of her years?
Slitting her wrists, trying to take the pain away.
Sitting in her corner thinkin shes there to stay.
Dried blood on her arms, dried tears with makeup running down her face.
Hair a mess, everything she does, she thinks is a disgrace.
-Help Her-
Another day goes by,
time to pull out that sharp knife.
Trying again to take her life away,
trying and trying to take away the pain.
She hears voices in her head,
tellin her to do it and to keep doing it.
Finally she just drops the knife,
stops breathing, all the pain is gone.
-Help Her-