She bares the scrapes and scratches of life
A few she made not caring if she'd survive
It was scary she assumed for those who were near,
because all she saw in their eyes was fear
They didn't understand the reasons, whys, and hows
They only saw the littile girl they once held in their arms
They didn't see how she had changed with the seasons
Once warm and alive like spring,
now cold and dead as winter
Or at least that's what she wanted to be
Dead.
That's what she longed for as the days passed
What she wished for when she blew out the candles
On every birthday since she turned thirteen
A few years have passed and nothing has changed
She still wastes time counting the days
She wears her old scars and continues to make new
Considering acts of suicide and which one to use
She tries every night to end her life
Marking the failed items off her list of ways to die
Eventually she'd hit the last one
The one that couldn't fail
The one that'd make a wound time could never heal
She thought about this as she put the gun to her head
Laughing hysterically as her mother arrived
Walking in just in time to see her daughter drop dead
Mother cried and screamed
Cursing herself believing it was all her fault
But mother didn't realize until she herself was on her deathbed
Wanting it all to end
That her daughter had always done what this mother had wanted to do
She had freed herself
