she clings to her blades

her wrist a scarred mess

she hides behind a smile

she fakes it her best

but deep down

the voice she hears

tells her she cant

so she wont, she wont even try

alone in her bedroom she sits and crys

a brown eyed girl being destroyed inside

gave up on her chance

her chance to be great

no help from her parents

they make it worse

with a gun to her head

she ended this verse

but her memory lives on

a sad little girl to late

to gone