She did not need a razor... She would scratch all the way.
She was rolling back skin by the end of the day.

She would tear her arm open, clawing into her veins.
She would never stop digging, till she forgot the pains.

Her eyes shut and then they opened, where she lay now a blur.
All his loved ones were asking what they could do for her.

She said, "Fade from my presence! You can all go away!"
She could not stand a world where her tears had to stay.

Who could see all her sorrows wilting into the shade?
When they asked her new questions. She responded "Just fade."

She just wanted to vanish. She pulled the plug out on three.
She was fixed on the world and a cruel memory.