And every day was the same as the last
she was hanging by a thread wanting to end it all
she thought it'll be for the best
she was torn apart inside out like a plastic ball 

her mind was sick rotten the core
that's was she been told by another just as torn


she tried so hard to be good to be fair 
to do as she was told like the little good girl 


but it wasn't her and that killed her inside 
cause all she wanted to be is nothing at all 
she tried and tried to feel to be alive 
but all she could feel is nothing at all 
she walked on glass just to feel alive
you see everything was numb but the pain of it all 

she found her cure she said
the cure to life she meant

you can either wish to die or die a little every now and then

 she cut her self and watch the blood drip off her hands 
she smiled and said 


I finally feel alive again


And every day since she cut a little deeper
and every day since she felt alive and weaker
she smiles and cries and feel nothing but pain
that girl is dead and gone with the rain 
but she still exists at least a version of her that is sain 


how is it fair to be sick and suffering 
yet the world expects u to be good and fluttering.