As she sits in her room, with a razor in her hand,
She wonders if she should use it.
She wonders if she should shed her own blood.
She realizes that she has caused many people pain,
And she deserves to have pain, since she is worth nothing.
She looks at the razor, then at her wrists.
She decides not to hurt herself,
She is afraid of death, even though she welcomes it.
She decides to keep on living this Hell on Earth,
For fear that life after this Hell is worse.
For fear of hurting her loved ones.
