When I was little long ago
A secret set the eyes aglow
Life began to lose it's charm
And I learned the secrets of self harm
I began a downwards twist
Each time the blade would hit my wrist
A nine year old in a world so dark
And thus began the dreadful arc
And I began to waste away
And my smiles were no longer gay
I lived on for seven years
Till no longer could I dry the tears
Now I'm in a scary place
Terrified of my own face
Safety is such a lovely hope
I may never pull the rope
I may survive
And stay alive
Yet maybe I will waste away
And I will be gone another day