How could such girl like me
Who's future is ahead of her
Feel so much misery already
Pain that will never go away
Who could do a perfect fake smile
Be so broken and torn apart
And feel such self-loathe towards herself
How someone like me
Could ever have thought of killing her own self?
Have such emotional breakdowns all the time
Who just simply hates everyone around her
For vanishing herself would be the only cure
To all her dilemmas in life
Who thinks it's better to end it all
Instead of having anxieties and depression
Killing her softly
Pieces by pieces
Until there's basically nothing left of her
Until she's empty and can't turn to anyone
For it might be too late
But it is already too late
For she is still physically alive
But emotionally dead