missed..

Her only thought is that she wont be missed,

as she slashes her razor across her wrist.

She tries to run, she tries to hide,

her only thought is suicide.

She now dreams in black and white,

giving up without a fight.

She looks in the mirror, her ugly face,

and everything else, what a disgrace.

Empty inside, there is nothing to show,

a broken heart, and a shattered soul.

She wakes y]up disappointed, it was only a dream,

crying doesn't help so she lets out the screams.

Nothing else to do but grab the blade and bleed,

knowing she's doing everyone a favor, her only good deed.

Now she just lays there, it won't ever be the same,

because now she is dead, this was never a game.