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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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