Shoot Her Dead

She's ruined our lives
As well as her own
The needle digs deep
The scars she won't show
They empty her heart
And dominate her soul
concience withers away
Others pay her toll

I'm much too late
She's far too gone to save
Does she hate herself?
Or is it others she blames?
I warned her in the beginning!
Should I feel this much shame?
I was a part of her
Before it contained
Her dignity,her morals,
And before all the pain

She's long gone now
No need for goodbyes
I knew she was dead
When I looked in her eyes
Her heart still beating
Despite her cold lies
I knew what it meant
When she said she was fine
Her heart racing,
And impossible straight lines.

What happened?
To turn her to this?
Things she once loved
Are simply dismissed.
Added to the lost,
Another on the list.
She did it herself,
No slits on the wrists.
Just a spoon and a string,
And a tightened fist.
A hole in the vein brings the dark mist.

We'll remember her as when she loved herself,
Her family,her life.
And she wasn't afraid of help.
Just one time to admit she wasn't herself.
The one that protected us,
From our nightmare hell.
Then;our mother.
Turned to a cold empty shell.
BY a tiny sharp needle,
Too small to tell,
That it'd be your ticket.
A one way to hell.
It's self sabotage,
You do it so well.