Pansy Poem by Tiff Murphy

Dreams come crashing down,
Shattered all around,
Spun out of control,
She’s slipping,
Falling to the ground,
There’s no one to catch her now,
In the morning light everything will turn out alright,
If she can just make it through another night,
She clings to the lies and hurt,
So many words spoken,
Secrets shared as if they really cared,
But in the end none of that matters,
Nothing ever does when you’re staring at the jagged edge of a razor blade,
It’s like being caught in front of a barrel of a gun,
Do you pull the trigger or just try to run,
After all is said and done it’s still her decision,
Her choice,
To stand up and fight,
A battle that may never be won,
Or to give in,
And listen to death’s beckoning song,
Because it sounds so strong.