She hangs gently above the abyss,
held up lightly by a single silken thread,
slick with stardrop tears
that fade gradually into red.
Four walls close in her sleepy eyes,
never seeing those trying to burst through.
And as blood drips into the darkness,
she wrestles with demons, begging them to let her say "adieu".
She's the kind of girl who worships her God
and stills sings along with every song she knows.
Hates what she sees every damn day,
and yet every day, my love for her grows.
That abyss yawns wider in those quiet hours of night,
when she's all alone with no one there.
She gags herself with lies, no plea to escape her lips.
My best friend dies whilst at her wrists she stares.
