my love would open her skin
she'd stand in the mirror, her body to thin
alive she would mourn, but dead she would sing
my love would do all to end this whole thing

a knife in her hand and sorrow in heart
red on her skin where she cut it apart
nothing at all where once has been joy
no happines or love, only urge to destroy

she would walk on the edge and carry a knife
no wish to survive, only ending her life
my love was fighting, drowning in sorrow
without joy or smiles, no seeing tomorrow

she looked in the mirror and decieded she'll starve
into her skin tattooes she would carve
enjoing her pain but wanting to die
at the end too tired even to lie

sirens and places covered in white
doctors wondering if she'll live through the night
her eyes are closed, she looks at peace
but she's falling apart, piece by piece

soon her home is covered in black
and though I know she's not coming back
I scream on the inside for I remember her well
and now she's alone in her personal hell