Pain is what I feel, scars never heal, a dark place is where I remain, tears running down my face, wishing I was in a different place, anywhere but here, drowning in my sorrow, wondering what comes tomorrow, the only way I see out, with very little doubt, is taking my life, with this sharp pocket knife, as the blood runs down, there is no going back now, maybe this will work, maybe I will be in  hell, maybe meet god, I just want out of this dark place, no one notices me besides the mirror that reflects back at me, I only see me, a sad girl who was just trying to fit into this unstable world.