She sits there on the ledge,
With her sanity on the edge,
For the hell that has been set upon her,
Only because she is like none other.

Her heart has been torn apart,
From her very soul,
Being tortured for so long that;
She forgot how to be whole.

The flames first came ever gently,
Only warming her heart,
But as fire's nature to burn,
It's only foolish to think that you won't get hurt.

The fire never stopped rising,
Burning everything that she knows about her past,
The ashes kept building around her
Changing herself to black to red to white ever so fast.

There is one spot that the fire doesn't burn,
And it is only at the ledge,
Others would see her as if she's suicidal,
When actually she's just saving herself.

-HIY