she
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