Mascara Tears And Red Bracelets

In the dark
All alone
Knife in hand
No one else home

In this little corner
Feeling each tear
Hugging her bear from her boyfriend
Feeling death coming near

She wants to die
She wants life to end
SHe loves him so
But her heart isn't amend

With each thought
The cuts grow
She wouldn't have started
If she would of known

cutting is addictive....

She takes the pills
One by one
Three by three
At the end she wishes she took none

She takes the knife
And makes pretty little lines
On her wrist
Saying "life isn't mine"

After while
There are numerous "bracelets"
On her pretty little wrist
And deep cuts on her hips

She says to herself
As she cries her tears
"He must have lied"
I can see death still coming near

"Do you still think I am pretty,"
She thinks to herself
"With Mascara Tears
And Red Bracelets??"