• She sits alone

    Trapped in her anguish

    The cold feeling of

    Lost hope and misery

    Living her eternal nightmare

    Called "Life"

    But how can she be alive

    When she feels so dead inside?

    The only thing keeping her by

    Is the deady practice she's come to trust

    Digging into her skin

    Letting the jet black feeling Rain down in crimson

    Creating a design of pathetic scars

    Hoping to cut this misery short

    Without ending the fragment of life

    She has to call her own