She was ten when she noticed
When it crept into her veiw
Was it too late?
She was sitting in her desk trying to draw
When death and suicide were all that she saw
she saw the darkness for all that it was.
She learned to deal
It wasn’t severe.
Aside from the voices she’d started to hear.
She was ten when she noticed
When it crept into her veiw
Was it too late?