As she hears the screams, She wonders why, This is her life, She wishes she would die. Everynight, Just after dinner, She goes to her room, To escape the screaming, She wants her life to have a new meaning. Her pain is escaping, From the slashes on her wrists, The blood doesn't stop falling, She's alone in the dark. She is bruised by her father, Yelled at by her mother, And treated like trash, By everyone else. Her words are spilt, Through tears and blood, Upon the page, Lie lines of pain. The morning will come, But one person won't wake up, The person is the girl, Who wished she was somewhere else.