Black smuge

She Was Always The Girl
Trying Her Best Now
Just Trying To Get Some Rest

Looking At The World With
Stars In Her Eyes
Now That Sparkle Of Happiness
Is Dead Inside

Wanting Help But Couldn't
Put Out The Hand
Depression Getting Worse
It Like Sinking In Sinking Sand

Life Getting Harder
To Much Pride To Cry
Rather Smoke And Cut
Then Ametting She Wants To Die

Holding A Teady Bear Closes
But Not As Near As Her Knife
Who Knew One Final Slash
Would Have Ended This Stife Called Her Life

She Picked Up The Razer
And Let Out A Grin
Now She Can Rest
As Emerges The Back Angel With In