She sat in the corner Wrist cut Dripping blood Stained walls from her frantic fits Talking to her suicidal thoughts She was plagued by a faulty destiny So she cursed faith Living with a permanent heartbreak Was just to much for her to take Her parents often reminded her she was a mistake She was the tool they let there anger out on Used as a punching bag And gift verbal abuse Plus her dad kissed on her when mom wasn't around No friends Disgraced by society because she loved her own *** Death is the only thing she has at stake To her the world was cruel Proof you don't have to die to get to hell God wasn't listed in one of her beliefs This blade her only relief This is her religion She learned to get rid of one pain feel another The only thing she could control As long as she has this she needs nothing else It's why she slits her wrist