Times running out ,but she cant shout
In her mind thereâ??s no doubt ,her life has took its own route
The knife she cant do without,
She knows its wrong, she really did try to be strong,
She wish someone can just hit a gong,
So her life she no longer has to prolong,
Sheâ??s a little afraid
Sheâ??s starting to fade, nobody came to her aid ,
Its time for the blade, and her skin it wants to invade
They think itâ??s a game, but death is really her aim
They even gave her a nickname, a cutter is what she became
Thinking sheâ??s crazy sheâ??s one of the same
Not knowing their putting her to shame
Her soulâ??s dry, sheâ??s ready to die
The next day her mom was notified,, that her daughter has commented suicide
You I tried to be beside, my sweet daughter I hope your soul is satisfied
