Holding on by a thread

She sat and cried
her face in her hands
she hated feeling the days go by
when all she could do was cry

she grabbed a gun
but didnt have the stregnth
to pull the trigger

she grabbed a knife
she'd had enough of life
she has long awaited it's end

but it didnt yet come
her life went on
because of her strong love for a friend

(i dedicate this poem to my boyfriend, for repeatedly saving me)