Eyes burning with tears
Her fist curls up into a ball
Her voice cries out in pain
She falls against the wall
She sat there in the dark room
Why not a dream than be so real
Does she deserve to suffer
With the sadness she can feel
Slowly reaching out her hand
Stretching out with her finger
Grabbing the sharp clear silver
Stabbing herself with anger
The silver drips with soothing red
The pain pours on out
Whimpering like a wild creature
Cursing, "I'm weak!", she had shout
The darkness from her eyes becomes brighter
The room spins in an awkward way
Feeling numb as he soul drifts apart
The pains starts to decay
Her breath soon becomes short puffs
Gasping for air, she feels not scared
She smiles one last weak smile
For no one had known her or even cared
