Not enough time
Laying down with tears in her eyes
She gets up with that knife knowing what it can do
She is sad,not even,depressed enough to feel she is not worth it
A waist of space, a no good nothing
Isolates herself in her room full of pain
Her heart aches as her wrists and thighs drain
From all those wounds, even though they have healed
She still feels the need to create more
Now she has created a master piece on her thighs
Because her rists have no more life
She has many thoughts of ending it tonight
But little does she know that her boy cries
For seeing her like this is something he can not take
All her smiles he know that she fakes
Kills him a little more inside
As she sits locked in her bathroom
With the thought of hate
She feels nothing more but this is her fate
As she holds that bottle of pills
Her hands start to shake
She can no longer feel the pain for now she is comfortably numb
Sitting in the tub with nothing but blood
Now as she fades
She thinks about what would've happened if someone would've just saved her
If someone would've just said "I know you're not okay"
But now,it's too late.