There she sits so helpless

Just waiting for that special day

The day she set aside

When she’ll take her pain away

Up until that day

Shell screw her life up more

Taking all the drugs like before

Stories of her messed up life

Are written on her skin

Keeping count of all the times

The razor tends to win

Scarlet scars upon her wrists

Tell of all the times

She added to her

Suicidal crimes

Her bloodshot eyes tell of

All the times shes cried

She has even more tears to cry

So her end she will decide

As that day comes around

When her pain shell end

Never does she stop to think

Of all the people shell leave behind

As she starts to think about

The story of her messed up life

She wants to end it faster

Just to stop the pain

She curls up in the corner

And begins to cry

All the voices from the day

Replay through her mind

Mascara tears run from her eyes

Staining pale, white cheeks

Depressions lines they trace

She sinks her nails into her palms

Slowly she begins to shake

She slowly falls apart

Craving her razor blade

Picks it up and wastes no time

Adding to the cuts shes made

As she drags her blade along the skin

And watches the blood pour out

Control runs through her body

The voices cease to shout

She puts away her blade

With no sign of regret

She knows shell cut again

For the pain she cant forget

Her breathing evens out

And the shaking stops

Her weakened body

Collapses on the bed

As she drifts off to sleep

Her thought turn to the day

She ends her Suicidal Crimes.