There was a girl that self harmed,
She had cuts all down her arms.
No one knew she was stressed,
No one knew her life was a mess.
She knew that sharp knife,
Would eventually take her life.
She tells herself just once more,
But she has made these promises a thousand times before.
No one cares, no one listens,
The reason why these thoughts have risen.
One last slice, one last dice,
That's enough to end her life.
By the time her family finds out,
Her mind is already full of doubt.
There was a girl that slit her writs,
And her life ended like this.
