There was a girl

with the stars in her eyes.

She lived in a world

that was poison in disguise.

They lied and they criticized,

but she still let them in.

She knew what was good, 

then being good became a sin.

The girl wanted to live, 

so Love gave her a blessing:

friends to help and guide her, 

but she thought they were pretending.

So the girl wanted to leave, 

and the world gave her a gift.

They gave her the razor,

but she turned her skin to paper wrists.

The waves crashed and brought her down

as the seas turned brutal and rough.

Tears overflowed and the clouds in her head

blinded her from seeing she was enough.

She longed to gaze at constellations

nurtured in the cobalt blue crib, 

but she found that in climbing the mountain, 

it was always easier to slip.

She took the final step, 

and she sealed her fate.

She had nothing left to lose, 

but her future went to waste.

She turns her head, then, 

the girl with tears in her eyes.

She thought pain was the answer, 

not knowing love could suffice.

He ran to the edge, 

and the world seemed to stop.

But it was too late.

Time was still, then time was up.