Forsaken

Another soul, turning black
Forgotten on the way
No one cares for what she thinks
or what she wants to say.

Another day, passing by
she never leaves her room
Cold music turned up to it's max
to drown her sorrowful gloom

Another cut, on her wrist
lined up like all the rest
Her life is not worth living
a slowly dying quest

Another year, of her struggle filled life
she's quickly slipping down
Lost in constant sorrow
in which she is going to drown

Another minute, lost to her
from constant, pointless crying
On the outside she tries to smile
inside she's slowly dying

Another careless word being said
another broken heart
Doesn't matter how you help...
Forsaken from the start.