She feels pain on the inside and
She shows it on her wrist
The blood beads up so perfectly
She wants this to be it
The waterfall of tears begin
They flow from her two eyes
The only things you hear from her
Are all her groans and cries
She doesn't want to be here now
She says she can't go on
A cold, dark room is where she stays
She wishes she were gone
The blood drips from her wrist and falls
It lands onto the floor
The razor blade slips from her hand
She enters Deaths' front door
