she sitting in her room
and shes all alone
she knows what she is doing
she has disconnected the phone
she holds the blade above her
staring at her wrist
envying its perfection
she wonders if she will be missed
shes staring in the mirror
noone could make this better
she hates her reflection
she starts to write a letter
how did things go so wrong
tears fall on the paper
she doesnt feel too good
but she can not do this later
she hears a car door open
she thinks her parents are home
she doesnt know what to do
she wanted to be alone
she looks outside the window
and sees that noones there
how could she feel this bad
how can noone care
her parents couldnt tell
how depressed she had become
why didnt they pay attention
now her time is done
she starts to cry harder
the blade begins to fall
blood drips onto the ground
as she leans agaisnt the wall
she cant believe she did it
life is slipping away
slowly light is fading
but she has one thing left to say
she slowly whispers something
"im sorry i had to go"
her eyes suddenly close
so to who we will never know
