The tide of time does not release,
the pain she feels does never cease.
She watches the tied as her days go by.
Her life's value makes her want to cry.
She restrains the pull that gravity has.
But feels the hurt become a bigger mass.
Why does she feel this way she does not know.
The only thing she does is that it is her time to go.
As she releases her pain with the cut of the blade
She feels all her life being drained.
she lays there feeling hopeless and weak
and prays that there are no more words she must speak.
As the feeling of cold begins to kick in she knows in this life that she cannot win.