Life as a kid not thinking about much
Nothing about sadness, pain, and such
Little did she know that drugs would soon become a stress-relieving crutch

It all started simple; teen rebellion; all for fun
Nothing too serious, nothing really done
Years passed and life became more intense
Happiness now costing hundreds, and no longer cents
She started to realize that things were slowly getting worse
Scared, confused, and far too deep into everything
She blamed god for the curse

Her eyes gazed upon the sky, while tears streamed across her cheeks
And slowly fell off of her face
Wondering why she had become such a waste
So frustrated with her actions she decided to ease the pain with a knife
This river of blood revealed a new low in her life

She came to realize that ends do not always meet
So felonies were committed in order to pass defeat
All of her funds were for fun, whose duration was only measured in brevity
Distraught over the shortness, and the time that had been wasted away
Now realizing that dogs are not the only strays

Walking down the street she is passed by
Many stares from strangers due to the power of her cry
Vacant and empty without a feeling or remorse
Distraught about her actions, and their inherent course

Envisioning her family and loved ones alike
Makes each step and each breath a more painful might

Too close to the lives she has hurt and destroyed
Too angry with herself and far too annoyed
Thinking about her so-called life makes her sick
That it all ended with prayers, regrets, and a single click.