Her eyes, They were once so bright,
I remember when she was the happiest,
Now she's walking around with a plastic smile.
Her thoughts, They were once so clean,
Now her mind is a mess because ..
She's trying to fight the demons that are roaming free.
Maybe a drink to numb the pain ?
Or a cut to split the vein ?
Maybe a cigarette to ease the mind ?
Or suicide to stop the fight ?
Oooh, How everybody, How everybody think she's so fine,
I just wish that you all could have a peep at my mind,
Sometimes, Sometimes I don't care, I have no fear to die,
And another time, I look above and ask God "why?"
I'm 19 and broken,
It has been five years and counting I'm contemplating suicide.
