Damaged Mind, Broken Life

Before It's Too Late

Her demons are all around,

Now devoured in darkness, 

The voices, they’re yelling,

‘Kill yourself’

‘No one cares’

‘You don’t belong

She tries to close her eyes,

To wish it all away,

It doesn’t work.

She’s scared,

Alone,

Hurt,

Broken,

She wanted someone,

Anyone.

‘WHERE ARE YOU?!’

She screams,

She needed you,

You weren’t there,

And you were nowhere to be found.

You failed her.

She’s tired on holding on

She’s fed up,

So she finds her blades,

And she finds her pills,

She’s made up her mind,

You can’t stop her now.

Crying, as she shuts the bathroom door,

Then pulls the razor across her skin,

She screams out in pain,

Blood now everywhere,

Tears running down her face,

She found a little release,

But the voices keep talking,

‘Go farther,’

‘It’s okay,’

‘The pain will end,’

They softly whisper,

Trying to persuade her to go on.

She tries to block them out,

Now they’re pissed,

Screaming and shouting,

‘YOU BITCH!’

‘YOU DON’T BELONG!’

‘KILL YOURSELF!’

She closes her eyes again,

Wishing for her fate to come fast,

So she pulls the blade across once more,

Even deeper now,

Blood and more blood,

She starts to get dizzy,

So she lays back,

Closing her eyes even tighter,

Alone, on the bathroom floor.

You’re home now,

Looking around the dark room,

You don’t see her,

All you can see is a trail of pills,

You feel as if you’re going to faint,

You rush into the bathroom,

She’s on the floor,