The Story.

It's 3am, she's lying on the floor,
She's use to the chills she's had them before,
No one knows the thoughts she has inside,
Hoping today she'll complete her suicide.

The incisions on her wrist, weren't there for show,
The reasons behind them, are things you'll never know,
Sure she use to be happy, but she can't take it any more,
The smile you once saw, faded when she fell to the floor.

A blunted blade, and a blood stained knife,
No one would believe she wanted to end her life.
Blood gushing out, of a wound cut too deep,
The scars will remind her of the memories she'll keep.

People say that she's "depressed" but she believes that she is fine,
No one will ever know, when she crosses the line,
The line, to the darkness, that will soon pull her in,
And when they ask for her story, she won't know where to begin.

The truth behind it all, is a story no one knows,
It started with a boy, and how her feelings for him still grows.
But he treated her like crap, calling her stupid and dumb,
And after awhile the words made her feel numb.

She couldn't understand, what she did that was wrong,
Maybe he was just a fool and with him she didn't belong.
They were never together but he still had her heart,
Finally she had enough and she tore herself apart,

Its 4am, she's still lying on the floor,
Thinking to herself, as she looks at the closed door,
"I don't want this any longer, theres no reason to survive,
When someone opens up the door, I'll no longer be alive."

She's had too much and the blood has drained again,
Now people will begin to realize she wanted it to end.
Finally she'll no longer have to hide, how she feels inside,
For now theres no more hiding her thoughts of suicide.