Scarred for a lifetime, her mind filled with memories,
Hanging on the last thread and all she had was enemies,
Had no needles, so she got a blade and put the thread through,
Tried to stitch her scars up but they just went and bled through.
Started with a puddle she was drowning in her consciousness,
All she needed was a hand but a friend was just hard to get,
Shook her legs, moved her hands, she tried for the shore,
But life isn't easy and then the clouds began to pour.
She thought of giving up but it's hard to take a life,
Even if it's your own and there's no reason to be alive.