i am telling you now
it's not the end
just a sad little story
a girl without a friend

her only companion
is razor sharp
she carves it into her wrist
and into her heart

red lines she creates
as blood falls to the floor
but don't worry;
she's not sad anymore

she looks at her blood
washing away her pain
she's glad that she played
her sad little game

but this game is dangerous
not all who play survive
some have to tell
little white lies

to those they love
and those who care
their feelings;
they will never share

as they play their little game
they cut a little deep
their lives they have lost
a grave they get to keep

their scars are reminders
of what they went through
of how they felt
so sad and so blue

they all played their little game
with negative thoughts in their heads
because they were never seen
they ended up a little dead.