Many Questions (Depression)

Another day had ended, as she took off her dress Another night with no-one, feeling depressed She curled up all alone, on the corner of her bed Feeling forgotten, her eyes wet and red Her face soaking wet, her eyes over flowing As depression sit in, she cried out without knowing She picked up the silver, striking her wrist Heartbroken and depressed, as she clenched her fist Chorus: She was seeking many questions, through her painful tears But she got no response, as her mind showed her fears She was seeking many questions, as she stared at the knife And as she popped another pill.......... she took her life She was found in her blood, one cold Sunday morn Dried tears on her cheeks, looking tattered and torn Her sheets covered red, in her blood where she laid The silver handle in her hand, where she looked up and prayed Chorus: She was seeking many questions, through her painful tears But she got no response, as her mind showed her fears She was seeking many questions, as she stared at the knife And as she popped another pill.......... she took her life