She Use To Play, But Now Shattered
Once A Smile to Deeply Tattered
Or Was That Smile Fake?
Too Weak Not To Let It Break
She Sits In Her Room, Crying
Thinking of Ways Of Dying
Cascading Tears Fill Her Eyes
As She Hopelessly Tries
To Put THe Knife To her Wrist
At First She Starts To Resist
How Horrible Her Lifes Been
Starts To Remind Within
Drawing The Knife Deep
Murmurs Turn Into Louder Weeps
Her Face Turns Grey, Her Eyes
Turn Into Hard Cries
Slowly Ripping Her Life Away
Watching The Black of Day
She Tries To Hold Her Scream
But Pains Continues To Stream
Her Mother Rushes, To Find
The Answer That has Just Unwind
The Secrets She Held So Dear
Was Now Made Suddenly Clear
