Chipping red nail polish
That matches tattered hair...
Dead inside
Never was alive...
You say you care
Then why weren't you there...
Suddenly gone
leaving nothing but tears...
Like cold fingers around my heart
Like claws that rip me apart...
I hold you colse
And tell you the words you want to hear...
In her purse, the glint of a blade
In her bag, 200 pills, that many she shouldnt take...
All thoughts consumed
By the vicious habit...
The curtains have fallen,
The lights have been dimmed...
Ready to scream,
Ready to kill...
The grace she once walked with
Has now gone away...
There she sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day...