Cut Along the Dotted Lines

Staring blankly into the eyes of a stranger
Prolonging whats she knows, praying it could save her

A creature crawling just beneath her skin
When it reaches the surface, her transformation will begin

Time keeps ticking, her life is a metaphoric bomb
Trying to shield herself from the inevitable, trying to be strong

Broken by her past, seeing death as a gift
The paper thin razor cuts along the dotted lines of her wrist

The blood meets in the middle of the floor
If common sense exsisted it doesn't anymore

She draws a heart using her blood
Thinking of him, the only one she's ever love

A mask covers her face, she's hiding from herself
Locked inside her world, alone, not needing anyone else

The only light is beside her bed
All the windows are black, but the images keep playing in her head

Thinking she's invisible, knife against her throat, she slowly ends it all
Still sitting up, not suffering anymore, she lets her head fall