She talks to herself

Cold words sting her soul
Her mother must not see
She is the reason the knife swallows her whole
Screaming she yells "why do you do this to me?"

Another hurtful word is thrown in her face
Her mother doesn't see shes killing her own flesh and blood
Her mother knows it leaves its trace
She doesn't care at night her daughters blood floods

Every night she talks to herself saying
"tonight could be the night i always want to die why not now"
Every night more blood she is craving
"I want to die but how?"

One night shes going to look at her razor
And shes going to silently say
"Could you be my answer?"
In the morning the papers will say suicide took a girls life today

** i know it sucks but comment please