Taken by the Knife

She looks back on her life
Remembering when it started to fade
Never a day went by without the strife
And all her pain pursued to the blade

Her perfect friends
And her perfect life
Only her knowing how it would end
Them never knowing of her knife

The people came and went
Coming and going as they ease
All she ever needed was an angel sent
A single sign of hope was all she pleased

Where was she to turn
That day when it all went bad
You would have thought she had learned
Better then to let it all, all the sad...

Let it all take over her
Let it numb what was left of her inside
She was never meant to let the pain stir
And she never really meant to hide

From her life the people came and went
Leaving her with different things
Always leaving her broken and bent
Never fixing her damaged wings

So this is where it ends
The story of her life
Never having one true friend
And now her life she has ended, using none other then her knife...