Bathroom floor

Mommy don't knock at the door
or you'll find me on the floor
lying in my own damn blood
look at what i have become
on my wrist there is a cut
self inflicted wounded trust
now i see the beauty light
life is over stop the fight
finally the truth subsides
behind the mirror my life you'll find
broken glass is the tool
mommy feels just like a fool
found me lying in the dark
slit my wrists my broken heart
now I'm happy in my mind
at gods gates is where you'll find
little girl so torn apart
shine a light a brand new start