A disaster was created
She's been through it all,
She's slipping fast from the world
And every step she takes, she falls.
She tries to get up
With her weakened scarred arms,
All she'll do is lift her head
But it'll go back down furiously with more harm.
We all know what is to come
Her cuts, her cries say it all.
She'll cut again
Her suicide is near
All that'll be left are the tears,
The beatings, and the blood.