Hard Truth

Hard truth knocks at her door, she can't save him

Hard Truth

She sits on the edge of her bed,
tears streaming down her face
as the man she loves tells her,
he wishes he were dead.

Can't help but to feel hurt,
she's loosing the fight
there is no way she can help,
but she refuses to avert.

Guilt and shame become a whim,
selfishness is kicking in
hard truth knocks at her door,
realizing she can't save him.

After all he'd done for her,
months ago he had blessed her life
In turn, she gave him her heart,
obvious now, it wasn't prefered.

She sits on the edge of her bed,
knife in hand, tongue in cheek
tears streaming down her face,
thoughts of death consume her head.