She holds onto everyday, hoping she can end it all.
With every minute of pain one more tear will fall.
The pain that makes her hurt, twisted up inside.
The constant battle, the urge to run and hide.
The adrenalin through her veins, the pain is like a rush.
She cries herself to sleep, sure she’s had enough.
Everyday is a repeat of yesterdays tomorrow.
This feeling that she feels, helpless and hollow.
Life is getting worse, he find more things to say and do.
Trying to hurt her in every possible way.
Home becomes a broken house, flooded with her crimson tears.
Wishing she could walk away, but consumed by her fears.
She turned her back on herself, pretending; smiling; laughing.
Now she’s worked out everything is better off being nothing…
This morning they found her lying on the bathroom floor.
It’s going to be alright because she won’t hurt anymore.