Blood mixed with tears
on a girl of sixteen years...

As I lay in my bedroom
Asleep but awake...

I don't have the key
If i did i would be free...

Eyes swelled
remembering the pat i have dwelled...

Blood trickling down the wrist
forming into a pool in the palm...

Murder she wrote,
Suicide she said...

I am not sure why i am sad
or why my life is so bad...

You stole the key to my heart
so never let us part...

I'm told I have no choice,
so to escape the pain...

My body is numb and tangled in knots
You sit there and stare while my mind slowly rots...

No more bleeding wrists
No more flying fists...

When you look at me what do you see?
Do you see the girl that is truly me...