Wishes She Could Cry

Chipping red nail polish
That matches tattered hair
The wallpaper's peeling
Small room almost bare
She lays on the floor
Cool tiles on her back
Staring out the window
As the sky turns to black

Shoes flung in the corner
Sweater hung on the bed
Ice sitting on the table
It should be on her head
Scars rest on her arms
Reminders of her fate
Thought she could change
But it was too late

The pattern is set in
No where left to run
The song isn't written
But it may as well be done
It's all the same old words
Just a different tune
Softly sighs smoke rings
While staring at the moon

Pushes herself up again
Her strength is fading fast
She inhales once more
For it may be her last
Falls back to the ground
Awakes to a sunny sky
Screams "Screw it all
Please just let me die"

And all she does will kill her
One fragment at a time
But it goes so terribly slow
She's going to lose her mind
Her sanity is fleeting
As she lays down once more
Wishes that there was a way
To settle this miserable score

Though she wants to cry
Her eyes are out of tears
All that's coming true these days
Is everything she fears
She understands nothing
Not even her own thoughts
This game is wearing thin
For everytime; she's lost

So tonight her breath will slow
And her thoughts will die
She will start to laugh maniacally
Though she wishes she could cry.