To a better place...

She sits in her dark room Worth nothing but a shiny sharp blade.
Her pain inside is becoming unbearable
She's finding it harder to live
Deep down, she's suffering
Both sad and hurt
Yet, no on knows, no one cares
She's in this land of Hell alone
There's no one to hear her cries
There's no one to hear her cry for help

So she sits
Sits and cuts at her skin
The deeper she goes, the more it begins to hurt
The tingle of the blood as it gushes out
Her emotions blood out just like the red blood running down her arm
Her life is running right in front of her

Perhaps she'll go to a better place
Where people really DO care
For her heart has been broken
She's all alone...
Now she's dieing...

To a better place she's gone...