About to die

She's sitting in a dark room crying,
Blasting the music,
Holding the blades tighter than tight in her hands pushing on them on her wrist,
She's been thinking of suicide all day now it just somehow won't leave her mind or the thought of her rushing blood flowing down her arm, legs, stomach, wrists, neck, ankles, and hips,
Those thoughts satisfy her in her darkest hours she knows she won't sleep tonight she knows she's gonna cut she knows she's gonna cry herself to sleep she knows she's gonna swallow that bottle of pills,
She knows she's about to die,
No ones home now it's the perfect chance to kill herself or at least attempt
No one in her family would miss her cause she well has no family so there is no point
She won't leave this night alone she's ready to leave this world she won't be here when you wake up,
Goodbye