Her skin is pale, stained with the scars,
Of a love that she never wanted to call "ours".
So frail it's as if she could easily break,
With the tiniest twitch even a smile may make.
Her delicate body is beauty to some,
But the feelings inside are nothing but numb.
Her feet cannot cope with the weight of herself,
She crumbles to the ground as her body repels.

She is lonely through the day,
Needs friends in her dreams to wash it away.
Her mother will cradle and comfort her, 'til
Her body stops shaking and the pain becomes still.
When she wakes up she will know,
That the love she imagined is just on for show.
Her eyes will not flood as her tears will be dry,
It is not possible now for her to cry.

As she walks up to the ledge,
Her fingers trembling over the edge,
She knows it's not right but it's perfect for her,
To escape now and get away from all of the hurt.
And it's burning but it's nice,
To feel a warmth deeper than cold ice.
She shudders and whispers her final "goodbye,"
Holding on 'til the moment she knows she can't fly.

She was lonely through the day,
Needed friends in her dreams to wash it away.
Her mother would cradle and comfort her, 'til
Her body stopped shaking and the pain became still.
When she woke up she would know,
That the love she imagined was just on for show.
Her eyes would not flood as her tears would be dry,
It is not possible now for her to cry.