• The rain was falling fast,
    The wind was blowing hard,
    That night she took the knife,
    And made her one last scar,

    She woke up that morning,
    And just couldn't shake the pain,
    She was sick and she was tired,
    And she was always so ashamed,

    Looking in the mirror,
    Only invited hurtful tears,
    So she went into the bathroom,
    And got the cutting sheers,

    She went to school that day,
    And tried hard to hide the incisions,
    But everyone already knew,
    About her �terrible decisions�

    Then when she got home,
    Her parents just didn't care,
    She really needed to talk to them,
    But they just couldn't be there,

    A recent suicide attempt,
    Had stolen their attention,
    So the only thing she really felt,
    Was complete and total rejection,

    She went up to her room,
    And tried to talk to her �best friend�,
    But she didn't want to listen,
    She didn't want to help her mend,

    Then she turned on her music,
    Hoping it would calm her down,
    Something inside must have broken,
    Because inside herself, she drowned,

    She began to beg and plead,
    As she slid down on her door,
    She said �God I'm begging you!!,
    I don't want to hurt anymore!�

    And yet she went unanswered,
    For the angels lost her prayer,
    And that's when she decided,
    She didn't belong anywhere,

    So she wrote a goodbye note,
    That said what she'd been hiding,
    And told them how there was no one,
    That would be there for her confiding,

    Then she took the knife,
    And dug it deep within,
    Her fragile wrists were torn,
    No remains of untouched skin,

    There she laid herself down,
    And made her final cry,
    Hating herself and regretting,
    Ever wanting to die,

    But the rain was falling fast,
    And the wind was blowing hard,
    That night she took the knife,
    And made her one last scar.