I feel my friends slipping away
Grasping and clawing trying to hold on to them
Cold white hands reaching out of the darkness trying to find someone
No ones there, they've already left, moved on in there own lives
Having fun and making memory's
While I sit alone in terrible thoughts
Reaching and waiting for people who aren't there

Feeling the damp wood on my thighs
Humming a tune and closing my eyes
Awaiting the arrival of my friend
To come and take me to my end
Wearing my prettiest dress
Hair in a tangled mess
I can hear the whistle off in the distance
I'm at the end of my existence

I can't untangle the string anymore
Hands shaking, grasping at the knots
Purple, cold and numb are now my fingers
Arms shaking, weak, barley moving anymore
Vision has gone blurry making it impossible to see the knots
I can't untangle the string that is me
The tangled knotted mess I've become
But then you came along
Hands not fatigued or aching
With a better view of the string, telling me where to pull  
Slowly slowly
The knots began to fall, till there was nothing more then creases