Almost

Sunshine beams through the window pane,
Waking her from sleep.
She rises from her sheets and pillows,
She yawns long and deep.

She's padding to the mirror,
She's looking in disgust.
She brushes through her crimson hair,
She wipes away the dust.

Her friends all say she's beautiful.
They say that she's a star,
She can't believe what they believe,
She envies who they are.

She hate's the person she's become,
She walks away with a sigh.
She grabs the shining, shimmering blade,
She softly starts to cry.

She brings the knife upon her wrist,
Space already occupied by scars.
She wants to force herself to feel,
Outside, wheels roll on tar.

A knock breaks the silence of morning,
She tries to hide the blade.
She rushes to the front door,
Glad to not have stayed.

The he stands in the threshold,
He holds roses scarlet red.
He gives her a defeated look,
And fighting tears he said:

"I drove home last Tuesday
Hating what I'd done,
I was scared of the commitment
My body told me to run.

"I need you in my life,"
He said, with sorrow in his eyes.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing,
Her soul began to rise.

She suddenly had a feeling,
Small and very queer.
She ran back to her empty bedroom,
Wiping away a tear.

She grabs the shining, shimmering blade,
The noose hanging from the fan.
She crumples up the suicide note,
And to the kitchen she ran.

She put away the shiny blade,
She coiled up the rope.
She throws away the tear stained paper,
Now knowing she could cope.

She stumbles to the still open door,
Embracing her savior.
If only he had any idea,
What he'd done for her.

She still hates who she's become,
But she kisses him with a sigh.
She grabs his soft, strong hands,
And she softly starts to cry.

He'll never know the girl he holds,
Was saved that very day.
He'll never know that his love,
Made her decide to stay.