The clock said five twenty two
When the knife came out of the drawer
A girl who thought she was ahead
Suddenly found herself in the only dark space in the world

"It will never get better," she though
Nobody could ever forgive or forget
Even her own soul was ashamed
There was nothing left to live for

The dull worn down knife made a tiny sliver
And then a single drop of blood dripped down
The once off-white carpet seemed soaked from the one tiny drop

From the moment she sat in front of her bed
With a note that said "I'm sorry"
When the pen hit the floor, it seemed like every breath lasted an eternity
Her Mind spinning
Her body floating

It must have been the years of sitting in the back of the drawer
That made the knife unable to end her
Or the stars wanted to keep her
Or her tired soul wanted to save her

It took forever to get back her smile
To feel wanted to needed
And cherished and loved