Thankyou

Hiding in a corner
All alone
She waits
For someone to come
To come and help her

A blade is clutched
Tightly in one hand
About to spare her life

She stares up at
The ceiling wishing
He was here to stop her
Tears rolled down her face
Remembering that night

Her hand let go of the blade
And rested upon her knee
She almost scarificed her life

But she had a feeling
That someone took
her hand away from the blade
Telling her things were
Going to be alright
A smile lit her face
As She whispered to her father
"Thankyou Dad"