Depression Took Over Her Life

The pain is overwhelming, the pain never leaves.
A thousand cuts she hides under her long sleeves.
Her world is a roller coaster, her emotions go up & down.
She walks alone everywhere, she can't help but frown.

Lonesome tears fall from her eyes.
She's sick of all the cruel and vicious lies.
Every day she feels miserable and depressed.
She wants to put this life she can't bear to rest.

The depression is taking over her life.
The reason she turned to the knife.
It gives her a sence of pleasure
watching the blood hit the floor.
She keeps it beside her bed in the drawer.

It makes her feel something real.
So many cuts she will never reveal.
Cutting down her wrist, close to hitting a vein.
deep cuts across her veins, will end all her pain.

She can't deal with the pain any more.
She reaches for the knife that's placed in her drawer.
Her wrist filled with cuts and tattered skin.
She doesn't care if people think it's a sin.

She starts to cut her wrist, deeper than before.
She knows the knife is the key to opening the door.
The knife digs deeper, as she's getting weaker.

A gasp of pain escapes her lips.
Her body so weak, she's losing her tight grip.
The knife slips through her hand, falling to the floor.
Her eyes roll back, her body couldn't take anymore.