The cuts of a knife,
All down her wrist,
Each scar has a story,
It was fate with a sick twist

Her soul is broken,
Too far from repair,
Each cut a token,
Of the pain that she will bare

She dreams of death,
With its seductive voice,
She can barely catch her breath,
When faced with the choice

She is deep in thought,
The choice is crystal clear,
Death is what she has sought,
It is what she holds dear

There will be no more gray skies,
Nor lousy sunsets,
Not a single lie,
Or a uneasy regret

Everybody has a dream,
Whether they are dead or alive,
This is what she has chosen,
This is how she will survive

She will be on the other side,
Swallowed up in the abyss,
No longer filled with pride,
Or the regret of who she will miss