This is a song I wrote about a play script I'm working on I was inspired by something that a girl in my school had as a status a long time ago: "A broken mirror, a bleeding fist / A silver blade against her wrist / Tears falling down on lips unkissed/ She's not the kind that you should miss" ...But here's the song:
She opens her mouth but no air comes out
She couldn’t breathe even if she wanted to
Her throat so sore from crying, her lungs so full of words
Words she’ll never speak, those words were true
But she doesn’t care, cause after all the hurt
-Chorus-
She’s shattered on the ground, smiling as if the pain didn’t exist
Just so you won’t remember how she looks with a frown
Her broken mirror and the blade that danced across her wrist
Will sleep by her side, sleep forever down
She’s just another suicide, she’s not the kind that you will miss
She’s just another suicide, ignore her and she won’t exist
She closes her eyes, so sick of the lies
She held on even more than she thought that she could
And maybe she just don’t want to be strong anymore
She’ll sit in her grave, she left for good
But I found a note where she says you’ll adore
-Chorus-
Her, shattered on the ground, smiling as if the pain didn’t exist
Just so you won’t remember how she looks with a frown
Her broken mirror and the blade that danced across her wrist
Will sleep by her side, sleep forever down
She’s just another suicide, she’s not the kind that you will miss
She’s just another suicide, ignore her and she won’t exist
-Bridge-
She’s so beautiful when she sleeps
Well, she’ll be beautiful forever
At least now she’s in the land that she dreamed
She cried here, but I hope in heaven
-Chorus-
She’s flying on a cloud smiling as if the pain didn’t exist
She can’t even remember what it feels like to frown
Looks in the mirror and sees God healed her wrist
She will never cry, she’s an angel now
Not just another suicide, she’s just the kind God would’ve missed
Not just another suicide, ignore her, but she still exists