The Urge Returns

She holds her head in her hands,
Tonight's when she loses all control.
Her whimpering form can no longer withstand,
The pain they inflict upon her soul.

They build her up with compliments,
But then they cut her straight back down.
Her gorgeous smile of innocence and life,
Is replaced with another heartbreaking frown.

She takes needles each night to live,
When she could forget one and lose her life.
With a watchful eye on her all night,
She can no longer toy with her hidden knife.

Gaining control in her life with help,
From her best friend involved more pain.
No longer using needles inaapropriatly,
They tell her to go back to drugs once again.

A cold, hard exterior lets noone into her heart,
Not even when she was a sweet sixteen.
For all the boys she's dated in high school,
Have treated her as a simple machine.

And once again when she's falling apart,
The blade's embrace is getting harder to fight.
And once again when she's nearing tears,
The blade's embrace seems the way to go tonight.