As she slides the blade across her skin again
How long will it be til the pain ends
How much longer for the voices screaming inside
Telling her she doesn't fit in to go and die
They say eyes are the window for the soul, so why didn't anyone see her soul crack
Why couldn't someone be nice enough and have the audacity to mend it back
Every night she cries
And everyday a little more of her dies
One day she won't be able to take it anymore
And sooner or later she'll be the one hanging from the door.
