The Night

She has cuts and slits all over her wrists
Her hands too sore to make a fist
Her arms are sore her legs too weak
Tears are rolling down her cheek
Her heart still torn from that night
The night her and her boyfriend had that fight
The night she took it all out on herself
The night it happend by itself
The night she did what she was scared to do
The night she knew what she had to do
The night she cried and cried
Wishing she could just die
The night she cut a little too deep
The night we lost her to this sleep
The night she knew
That her dream had finally come true