Blood dripped down the side of her face
Her heart beats fast just like a race
The scars on her wrist
Were a sick twist
Now she’s gone, left without a trace.
The rain poured from the sky
Wondering if she should even try
Life was a bore
There was only one cure
But she refused to give up and cry.
Sometimes I wonder how I go on
When I feel just like a spawn
A game
I can’t change
But better days come with the dawn.
