Her dad always came home
With liquor on his breath
Her mom didn’t love her
And did crystal meth
They beat her
And yelled at her
Every single day
This made her life
Pitiful in every way
Thought of suicide
Ran in her head
She constantly thought
She was better off dead
She took out an old razor
Her mom used for crack
And she thought to herself
There ain’t no turning back
She took the razor
And cuts deep into the vein
She could think of nothing
Except the pain
She lays there motionless
All covered in blood
Her life was so messed up
No one really understands
