Same old story

A blade held to her wrist, she shuts her eyes and cry's,
over nothing that matters but hurts like hell.
beginning to rock back and forth now, her eyes shut,
closing out the world.
Mother, father sister all want her gone,
never caring, never thinking of her.
She jerks the blade, blood runs down her arm.
Shes cut deep enough, everything's fading.
Thoughts of thoughs she was leaving flashed through her mind.
Her self absorbed mother,
A never present father
The sister whose everything shes not,
The betraying boy that held her so close, and hurt her so bad.
Her vision fades and she falls back.
Only to jerk up under her covers,
waking from the dream
she had wished was real.