She is so scared to live
Her life she wants to give
She wonders dying does it hurt?
Living or dying which is worse
Will people notice will they care?
Try suicide? Do I dare?
She wonders what they will say
When they find her dead the next day
She in her hand she holds the razor blade
She's ready to start. she shuts the shades
She rolls up her sleeve and begins to press down
Her mom walks in and begins to cry and frown
What are you doing her mom yells
But the truth she does not tell
Her mom takes the blade
Leaves the room and walks away
She begins to cry
All she wanted was to die
She finds a belt and around her neck she ties
Her mom walked in and watched her daughter die
There was nothing her mom could do
She was to far gone to save she cried too
Her daughter was afraid to give
Her daughter was afraid to live
