Her Suicide

The razors to her wrist
It pierces her skin like an innocent kiss.

Little red beaded lines of emotion stream down
but no one is anywhere around

She slightly pierces the skin
over and over again and again.

the more she cuts the better she feels
the longer the lines the more it heals.

Shes traped in a world where no one cares.
to try to pull her out no one dares.

Blood rolling down her arm tears stream down her face.
Shes slowly slipping farther and farther away from this place.

Soon it'll all be done.
From her problems shes gotta run.

She slowly fades out.
But no one will ever know what this is really about.

Time will soon pass her by.
As shes laying their ready to die.

But before anyone will find her she'll already be gone.
to a better place far beyond.

If only they listen or ever care
if only someone attempted to - if only they dare.

Her body's numb,
Her face is cold,
Her story will be forever told...