• And to be alone was her greatest fear,
    Now it’s her greatest desire,
    To find a place all to herself,
    To her darkness to retire.

    But when she’s alone,
    And when its dark,
    It tears her heart,
    And scars a mark.

    So when will it end,
    This cycle of pain,
    Never to be happy,
    With her spirit slain.

    And the memory brings,
    A fresh flow of hurt,
    Dragging her down,
    To her knees in the dirt.

    And so will it be,
    For her to hide,
    To end her heartache,
    And forget he who lied.

    And love she wont feel,
    For another living soul,
    Because he was the one,
    Who made her feel whole.

    And as days drag by,
    And she separates from friends,
    Her heart turns numb,
    Even if it never mends.

    When there nobody around her,
    There’s no one to break her down,
    And even if she smiles,
    They can summon her frown.

    And still they keep on coming,
    And knocking on her door,
    But on day they will find her,
    Bleeding on the floor.


    Some things hurt to much,
    To carry on with life,
    And no matter how hard you try,
    It’s hard to ignore the knife.

    And her death will mean plenty,
    At least to the angels above,
    For it was never a suicide,
    But a murder from those with no love.