here she stands,
upon the cliffs edge.
looking down
at the waves below.
she reaches her hand,
down to the ledge,
wondering how to drown
as the waves meet the snow.
breathing in
the salted wind
which whispers her name
in the back of her head
nails along her soft skin,
she's never been kind
her face down in shame,
with all the regret in what she said.
she's a lost girl,
stuck in her mind.
somewhere no one can touch,
a place of peace.
her toes begin to curl
at how blind she is.
she doesn't get loved too much,
now she's left in pieces.
she wonders why
her mother left her
here alone
on the cliffs edge.
