She feels so alone

As if she's the only one left on the planet

She feels so forgotten

As if there is no good memory to remember

She feels so ashamed to pick up that blade again

She feels so rotten like the shallow thing she has become

She feels distressed with each breath

Now she remembers all the dark times she had

She goes back to the drawer with all the blades she has used before

Ones with her name on it, and the ones with her dreams

They prepared her for the battle ahead

They gave her more days to live

Her dream, her hopes all were killed as a child

Now she is just carrying her body to wash away those bad nights

Please make it stop, her brain screams

I can't take it any longer, death visit me tonight

Take me in your arms and let me sleep forever

For I have become mundane and clever