There’s this girl so lonely,
That her only friend,
Is a sad broken heart,
Refusing to mend,
She feels so alone,
Even when she’s not,
Only ever sees in herself,
What she’s not got,
And all the people,
That want to be in her life,
Mean nothing to her,
As again she picks up that knife,
She cuts for forgiveness,
Of what is not there,
She bleeds for hope,
And it falls everywhere,
She cries while she finds release,
By tearing her arm apart,
But a tear falls forever,
Inside a broken heart,
And as the pain fades,
And the last drops flow,
She doubts it just for a second,
But she’ll never know,
If this life could be better,
If only she gave it a few more tries,
Or if the world could be nicer,
If she only opened her eyes,
But now they close,
And they will remain shut,
All because of a silly,
Selfish cut. 

(the girl is me)