The razor is to her wrist
the time has finally come
a chance to have peace at last
from the living hell she called her life
demons stroke the core of her spine
edging her own to make a decision
god had no voice in her life since he had did her wrong
the car crash the fire the shooting all happen to her by her being an innocent bystander
she was tired of life's games
she pressed the razor to her wrist the blade was cold
but it invited pain to help her make her mind
the room turned dark as she closed her eyes forever
her mother found her and couldn't understand why
she would take her own life
but her daughter was free her mind could rest
without invisible scars
