Music was her only friend.
Always there for her.
From the beginning,
Teaching her how to mend.
On the days she did nothing but cry,
And on the days she just wished to die.
Music was there.
All she had to do was hit play,
And in that instance she knew she’d be okay.
Then came along someone new,
Someone she would misconstrue.
It was a blade,
Who had come to her aid.
Taught her how to masquerade.
The lying, the deceiving, and the barely breathing,
It was what had kept her alive
During all those years trying to survive.
Little did she know the answer was just that simple.
She took the blade to her wrist.
She slid it gracefully downward,
As she clenched her fist she slowly, but surely faded away.
