Wrists,
Her worst enemy
Their the reason she's in here
Failure is not another option
Blood dripping through her soul, she is in pain.
Lonely death,
Her worst nightmare;
Fear of a place called hell haunts her thoughts
So, thinking is not an option.
Crazy- that's what she's considered
Passerby used to look as if they'd seen a ghost
When really, they saw a girl missing something
No one can help,
Only one person can,
Its too late for that now,
She's gone.
She was fine before,
Now all she sees is the wall
The little things she took for granted
Are the things she misses the most;
She doesn't belong here,
She knows the truth,
No one believes her,
It's her final destination.
