Someone to Talk to

All she thinks about is dying
She is tired of feeling this way
Throughout the night she stays up crying
Soon she wonâ??t have to, there will come a day.

She slides the blade over her wrist delicately
The blood flows out in a stream
Her life is descending slowly
She hopes and prays no one will hear her scream.

She only longs for someone to talk to
She hopes someone will free her from this stress
But the only person that she wants to listen is you
She thinks you will free her from this mess.

She can not bear this pain anymore
â??Please let me liveâ?? she keeps pleading
Her wrist is just too sore
But she just canâ??t seem to stop bleeding.

She wishes that you could only understand
She lays there in silence pleading
But youâ??re just another stupid man
You can only hear her screaming.

Insanity is running through her soul
All she has in her heart is anger
She has no where else to go
She may soon become a danger.

Now as she lies hopelessly on her side
Her life is slowly starting to descend
She is praying that she will not die
Her life has finally come to an end.