I used to know a girl so happy,
she always laughed and looked so pretty,
but behind this happy face she hides
a tormented soul as dark as starless nights.

We always had a lot of fun,
in my eyes she was the brightest sun,
I can’t count the words we talked
nor the metres we walked.

After a while her mask slowly disappeared
as the scars on her soul appeared,
so close and still so far away,
she didn’t seem to listen to what I had to say.

When I opened the wooden door,
I found her in a pool of blood on the tile floor,
she took her life
when she slashed her wrists with a sharp knife.

Nothing I could do against her thoughts of darkness,
How cruel are the feelings of powerlessness?
Crying at her grave at the cemetery
I wonder if she’s able to see me…