Untittled

Standing on the ledge.
Tipping, tipping,
Bitting her lower lip.
Wanting to never be hurt again,
But wishing someone would just love her.
She is tired of the lies.
Bullshit is just something she gets everyday.
She though maybe just one more day,
But her hope soon ran out.
Wishing her heart could be whole again,
But knowing it wont.
The one it always beats for is the one that she always crys,
Crys herself to sleep for.
As she looks down,
She imagines him standing there.
Standing there waiting to catch her.
Her blood starts rushing through her body.
She jumps.
Halfway down she realizes that he isn't there to catch her fall.
Never again,
Not at all.
As she lays on the ground.
Her heart is beating for no one now.

[a friend wrote this and I'm posting it for her