She’s lying in the bathtub
And the water’s gone cold
She’s ignoring what’s in her head
The things she’s been told
That it’s wrong to feel
The way that she does
But she knows she cant help it
Its just who she was
Before, she was happy
Before, she could care
Before, she had friends
Who were always there
But now that they’re not
She has nothing left
Shes lost her will
And her safety net
She’s tired of crying
Tired of smiling and laughing
When its obvious shes lying
Shes tried to get past this,
This feeling of cold
This sick, haunting feeling
Is getting so old
She picks up a razor
And watches it gleam
She traces it along a scar
But she doesn’t scream
She feels the blood
Rather than the pain
Then she slips under water
Her life was in vein
She lets go of her last breath
And the water turns red
With one last hopeful wish:
She’ll be happier dead