11pm
She watches tv though not much is on
She wonders why she's here, if she should be gone
12pm
The tv is off, her eyes on the wall
What is she thinking of? nothing at all
1am
Pain sets in
Thinking back to every sin
2am
Regrets start to flow
She takes out the blade and the tears come slow
3am
The blade is pressed against her skin
This is where the fear will begin
4am
Its 4am she's barely breathing
holding her heart, she might be leaving.
The blood slows to a stop as her heart does to
This was the end if only they knew
But they pushed her over the edge
About to fall off the metaphorical ledge
But she didn't fall she jumped instead
Into oblivion sleeping with the dead
