A/N: This song started as a chorus, no verses, and then it wrote itself. I think it speaks for itself. Please read, enjoy and review for the poor writer.

She sits quietly now,
On a bed late at night,
She contemplates,
As her parents start to fight.

She's tired of this life,
Would rather be dead,
But she holds on to,
Wise words a friend once said:

'Sure it might not change the world,
If you choose today to die,
But who's to say you won't make a difference,
If you choose to stay alive.'

She's finds herself drifting,
The depression runs deep,
The noise in her head,
Stops only in her sleep.

And she finds herself lost,
With a heart full of dread,
But she's hanging on,
To words a friend said:

'Sure it might not change the world,
If you choose today to die,
But who's to say you won't make a difference,
If you choose to stay alive.'

And who's to say,
The pain will ever go away,
But through the tears she found,
A place to stand on solid ground.

And she remembers,
The words of a friend,
That made all the difference,
In the end...

'Sure it might not change the world,
If you choose today to die,
But who's to say you won't make a difference,
If you choose to stay alive.'