As she lies there in her awake,
Her life she didn't have to take...

You see me standing there.
You give me that dirty look I don't deserve...

Stress weighs me down, like weights on a scale.
Yet I do not collapse...

I slashed my wrist,
You gave me pain...

She lay there on her bed pondering how bad her...
How everything seemed to go wrong and no one...

I stand here in the darkness,
all alone...

Turning my back-
I feel a sharp pain in it...

I have a little paint bush,
that sits beside my bed...