She's upset
Another bad day
Sits on the bed
And cries away

She looks up
Reaches under the bed
Pulls out a small box
Nothing is right in her head

Unclicks the lock
With the small key
That she hides away
Where no one could see

Opens the top
And looks inside
There lies the steel
There lies her pride

Lifts it up high
Stares at the blade
Perfectly shaped
Offering her aid

Looks at the tip
Wipes it clean
All of the crimson
All of her dreams

Puts it to the skin
Right on her wrist
She already knows
Nothing good could come of this

Slow but steady
It glides across
A little to deep
In rememberance a cross

In the graveyard
Across from the sea
All that was destined
Was life not meant to be