Going, going, gone

Far off into the world
There she sits ... in her corner
Her knees to her chest and her hands covering her eyes
She's been abandoned by her family and friends
So there she sits ... in her corner
The room's pitch black although it's light outside
As she looks at herself all she sees are cuts
Cuts from the razors and knives she's used on herself
Trying to make the pain go away
Her soul's pitch black just as the room
Having no sympathy for herself
Her eyes glow as the rooms still dark
Trying to escape from the world
And so she sits in her corner
Feeling like she doesn't belong
Abandoned by this world she lives in
So she does her thought of suicide
Hating the world she lives in
And so there she lies in her corner
Going ... going ... gone.