In This Play Called "Life"

No one knows the things she hides

All her emotions bottled up inside

Every day tears fall from her eyes

And with every drop, a part of her dies

Every night on her bed she lay

Wanting to live not another day

Feeling the blood, everything turning gray

In this world, she does not wish to stay

What is the point when shes all alone?

Facing everyday on her own

Hating the place shes supposed to call home

Feeling nothing inside heart turned to stone

Bit by bit breaking apart

Beating slowly. her tearing heart

Not knowing when to end it, or how to start

In this play called life, shes no leading part

She makes no difference, nothing at all

Would it really matter if she was to fall?

Feeling so helpless so weak and so small

Falling to her knees to weak to even crawl

Everything turns black as night

Her fists are clenched, closed so tight

Knowing now, that ending it was right

Her body goes limp...shes given up her fight