She sits in her room with blood shot eyes.

wearing her jacket to cover her lies.

her smile so beautiful, sometimes so fake.

Tonight another night, she lays here awake.

They told her to put down the knife,

because it could end her life.

but she continued to mark herself,

even though she knew it was bad for her health

Few knew what went on in her head,

because if they did,

she would be dead.

For her,

she was sure.

That closing the lid on her young coffin

would be her final end.

she was sure there was no more to mend.

Tonight another night,

she lays here awake.

wondering, just wondering.

Can she change her fate?