She loved him with all her heart,
One silly comment tore them apart.
She hasn't cried, not yet
Which is something she'll regret.
The pain gets worse, his selfish pries,
This time she wishes she could die.
Water falls onto her head,
If she can do it, she'll soon be dead.
Her hands shake, her stomach flops
They won't be able to clean this with mops.
Gripping the rail, she holds on tight,
A flash of silver will end the night.
Poor little girl, sad and blue.
She wished so bad her dreams would come true.
And to the man she'd never beseech,
he was part of the pain the knife couldn't reach.
