She holds the blade against her skin
Unhappy thoughts are getting in
She moves her hand back and forth
Trying to think of what she's worth
But nothing comes to mind

She's too broken to be blind
of all the things that are untrue
her grey skies aren't turning blue
In one moment
The blade is through

The blood, it trickles down her arm
Not causing her ti be alarmed
But the crimson red
Gets to her head
Remind her, she'll soon be dead

Her parents find her on the floor
When they open they bathroom door
They scream
They shout
They let it all out

They never knew
They never guessed
That their little girl was Depressed, so now they cry
As they say their final goodbye