27 December 2012
You might think she is alright But deep inside she's broken No one noticed those sad, sad eyes And never has she spoken
The bad thoughts are muffled By the pills in her head Her mind was lost But count the cost Soon she'll end up dead
The cold blade was shining Her wrists were stained red She wanted to scream Begged it to be a dream
She felt the pain vanish As she slipped away Accepted that no one would stop her that day
Life moved on But no one noticed she was gone
Just a draft
X • Opuss № I