“Lost her mom at ten years old, waited around for her life to unfold and can't help but remember what she'd been told.Can't help but miss when her life was gold. Now she cries herself to sleep every night. Looks in the mirror and thinks what a horrible sight. No longer happy, where's the delight? She's tired of the pain, they say there's no sunshine without rain but it's been raining all her life and now she's going insane.She tries to cover up but they all see the stains. Lost herself in the pain, the heartache.Lays on the floor with a blade, her whole life at stake. Tired of feeling worthless, where is the hope? This must be some kind of joke. She's turning into some kind of mess, feels the only way out, is through death..”
