Hated by the world
Have resentment
Wear a frown
Angry
Shows no feeling
Hides in the shawdows
Scream in pain
Hated with a passion
She runs into the darkness
And yet waits for her sweet mournful passing
Suicide runs and goes through her body
She is ran out of this world by living
Like a time bomb, she is ready to explode
Taking a knife
She slits her wrist out of rage
Blood is like wine falling onto the tiled floor
She lies on the floor motionless