Oh, look how far I've fallen these past few years,
A girl once happy now drowned in tears.
Joy and love are figures of make-believe,
Made up by children, all too naive.
If there is a Hell, then I am living in it.
If this is life, then fuck it, I quit!
Living in misery, pain, and depression.
Every action rotting my body as if they were poison.
I wish that someone could just rescue me,
And save me from these razors, all bloody.
Skin and clothes covered in crimson shame...
But honestly, am I the only one to blame?