A cut on her wrist
A burn on her hip
A silver blade
An orange flame
The voices in her head
She's ripped to shreds
"You're good for nothing"
Why is she suffering
Her eyes are red
She lays in bed
Blood drips down her arm
She can't stop this self-harm
She draws the knife across her neck
Her life is such a wreck
She drops the knife
She took her own life
Cuts on her wrists
Burns on her hips
A silver blade
An orange flame
The voices in her head
She was,wrapped to shreds
"You're good for nothing"
Goodby suffering
