Look at the pain you caused her,
Look at the scars on her wrist.
Look at her now as she takes final breath,
Look in her eyes, and you’ll see the reflection of death.

She has waited way to long now,
She has finally had enough.
She takes her last look at the world around her,
She things it’s all over now, hoping it will work.

Glances at her razor blade,
Glances at her pale white skin.
Glances at her small hand gun,
Glances to her letter, ”I’m done.”

Who would have known she was so depressed,
Who would have known her darkest desires?
Who would have known she to do this,
Who would have known about all the scars on her wrists?