She stands on the edge of a cliff trying to contemplate her life
Was she a good daughter? Could she have been a good wife?
The questions swirling in her head, wondering what the future foresees
Trembling on the brink of her decision, the voices in her head laugh and tease
Letting out a scream, she drops down to her knees and weeps
The image of her abusive life flashes across her vision, the edge creeps
Seeing every painful blow she endured, feeling this is the only escape
Thinking, if it was meant for her to live, she would be saved by a hero in a cape
Leaning forward, with a final push, gravity starts to take hold
As she plummets, the dense fog engulf her, her blood runs ice cold
The stream of crimson runs down the beach being swept in to the water
Now with the last breath she takes, we will never now what happens to her later.

Farewell…..