tears drops feel like rain,
is this all really just a game?
blood flowing down her wrist,
she's watching as then clock ticks.
her family is blind to reality,
why can't someone see?
if they would open their eyes,
would it really be a surprise.
the time in her room,
empty and black like a tomb.
her headphone is her ear,
just so she couldn't hear.
the change is pink to black,
how much she wishes she could go back.
to before she lived in hell,
before she ever fell.
but no one will see,
or look at the true 'she'
so one night,
after her long, tiring fight,
she pick up a blade,
and watch as all light will fade.
she's threw with this game,
she just needs one slice to end the pain.
this want to know a secret about 'she'?
she is me.
