She looked in the mirror

And looked into her face

And thought of some ways

To get out of that place

She wished that she could

Just runaway

Far away to

A friend’s house someday

But also thought of

The odds and the chance

Of crying when she gave

Her home one last glance

So go to the kitchen

And find something sharp

And hears some of Heaven

Playing flutes and a harp

It came near her arm

And so near to her wrist

But one thought just came

That she’d never be missed

The knife clattered down

And on her knees she had wept

For this was her first

Frightening suicide attempt

She wished for a way

To have death as her host

Oh, where were her friends

When she needed them most

She looks in the mirror

And looks into her face

And thinks of some ways

To get out of this place