She just lost control is all...

The only thing thats killing her
is the razor that is in her hand
too many people are fooled by her smile
too many people fail to understand

the tears that fall from her face
tell of so many lies she has been told
her hearts been broken && shattered
the key to it;somebody else must hold

the blood that flows out her heart
is the damage that love has done
she's been planning suicide for months
now all she needs is the strength to pick up the gun

the scars all upon her wrists
are the marks life has made
she's waiting to die
or is she really waiting to be saved?

the smile she wears every day
is just as fake as all her lies
she sometimes longs to be loved
so she lays down && cries

She know shes not perfect
she hates herself for that
she's way too skinny
but people still call her fat

they tease her && hurt her
by lieing to her face
breaking promises
make her feel like a disgrace

They play with her heart
as if its a dirty game!
they call her a s**t, a tr**p, a wh**e
make her fill with shame

one day the anger builds up inside
she looks in the mirror && screams
'why aren't you pretty?!!?'
'your not good enough,it seems'

she cries && takes out a razor
slices fiercely && focuses on ending the pain
she bleeds && bleeds doesn't seem to stop
shes become numb with nothing left to gain

blood flows from her wrist
onto the clean floor
to everyone around her
she was just a girl who couldn't take it anymore...