I'm not okay; I never have been.
I was able to fake a smile back then.
Now, I can't even try.
I'm constantly wondering: why?
Why is it me who fell apart?
How could all this come from a broken heart?
I used to be so in control.
I never will reach my goal.
A change in life suddenly came
Blood began to pour down like rain.
To feel alive; to feel one thing.
Brought more happiness than a diamond ring.
Then the cuts got deeper.
The devil began to wonder when he could keep her.
She loved the feel of death so she trembled just a bit too close.
She began other ways to achieve this pain more dose by dose.
Cuts and pills.
Blades and bills.
Finally she came to the end of this game.
That was the day the grim reaper came.
