Losing Grip

She pulls out the little box and a tear rolls down her face.
Once more she gave in, to the excruciating pain.
She pulls out the razor and grips it in her fingers.
She thought that it had stopped but the feeling still lingers.
She could make herself stop if only she could find the strength inside her.
She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know where to find the cure.
She rolls up her sleeves and stares at the scars running up her wrist.
She shot an arrow aiming for happiness, but clearly she missed.
Instead it fired back and shot her through the heart.
She's been trying to finish this painful journey but she can barely get past the start.
The pain is stuck in her soul it's making her suffer and bleed.
You can't see she's so cold because she's hiding it all underneath.
If you took a second to look into her eyes and past what you see on the surface
You'd see that behind all her lies she's feeling so worthless.
You ask if she's okay. She holds back the truth as she bites down on her lip.
She promises she's fine but really she's losing her grip.