Broken.

She struggles each day to hold onto her sanity.
She can't get the happyness she wanted.
Depressed and desolate of soul.
She once told me she's hopeless.
One cut, two cuts, three.
She laid back on her back,
Patiently waiting to happen.
"It's not your time yet." He whispered.
"One day you'll be ready to go, but not now."
He'd said she's fixed,
But she still feels broken.