From the ink of a razor blade.

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Who is the saddest girl of all?
Is it the one in blue or the one in pink.
Or is it the girl whose dress is stained with deep red ink.

Shes the one at the back.
All dressed in Black.
Red stains down her dress.
And a cross hanging by her chest.

She used to be full of joy.
Until she became someones toy.
They kept her for themselves.
Now she cant escape this hell.

Shes the one with tears in her eyes.
And no one hears her silent cries.
Shes the one with slits down her arm.
Shes the one exposed to harm.

So mirror mirror on the wall.
Who is the saddest girl of all.
Its not the one in blue its not the one in pink.
Its the girl who dress is stained with deep red ink.