Lost Thoughts

She slits her wrists
Next wanting to get the throat
Thinking about all of this
Wondering what they wrote
Her world just about to fall
Getting mad at what they said
Wanting to end this all
Wanting to be dead
All her thoughts making her insane
As the good memories start to fade away
Wishing that she could just be plain
And be finished with the game she plays
She grabs the pocket knife
And takes it across her neck
Taking away her life
Wondering how much this will effect.