She sits beside the knife
Trying to figure out what’s right
Questions spinning around her head
Would people miss her if she was dead?

Feeling venom to people who put her in this position
They would be happy with there completed mission
She cant cope with life anymore
Death is knocking on her door

The knife looked more appealing
She wanted to lose all feeling
Become numb to the pain
She knew she would definitely gain

She plunged the knife into her skin
There she let the bullies win
She just wanted to end it all
And now death was knocking on her door

Were did she end up?
Her soul had given up
Her soul was paralysed
Lost in needless lies