At the apex of the Empire State Building Beneath a resilient misty gray sky, A perfectly dreary day to die She's at her lowest low In heeled shoes a mile high, Youthful skin, but nothing behind dead hazel eyes, Rose red lips which never spoke their mind, A purse full of pills she'd rather leave behind Beneath rich chocolate curls, Helena's madness quietly unfurls Her courage to jump, her fear of death Weighing the outcome of future incomes Against the agony of piling debts She came down from her delusional high When daddy's substitute for love called money ran bone dry With the sky the limit, her mind is trapped By the lie they told Helena as her life was mapped Line by line they fed her from birth: "A scholarly piece of paper and a lovely figure will define your worth Choose wisely little princess, or your life will be hell on Earth" Turning her back to the street below Her courage to end it begins to grow She closes her empty hazel eyes Cranes her neck towards the sky And whispers "Death do you hear me? No longer am I shy" In her delusion she heeded Death's reply "Come now dear angel, let's see you fly" A rush of adrenaline was met with demise Now nourishment for the maggots and the flies Antidepressants mimicked the body of their owner, Fractured bottles, tops open, pills strewn all over Beautiful bones shattered against the pavement Released she was, from her own mental enslavement Trickling down the drain, carried by unrelenting rain Into a New York sewer towards the darkness below, A bright crimson flow Quenches the thirst of a starving rat king Entangled in thirteen tails as he lay dying Grateful is the king to Helena's sacrifice For he is trapped in this sewer and awaits his own demise A glimpse he tasted from the world above Bitter-sweet is the blood of a girl without love
I wanted to try a long story in poetic form, seemingly minor things are the difference between life and death to others.