Drip drop. Drip drop. Drip…
With her knees to her chest,
She cried silently
While her heart drummed loud
Her deep brown hair
Covering her face, 
She held herself tightly
Damaged her soul, Took her trust 
Rope burns on her wrist
Torn clothes on the floor
The red stained carpet
Became a reminder of
The innocence she lost
She told herself. 
Heaven awaits. 
Scattered rain upon the window sill 
A silver blade at her throat
Drip. Drop. Drip…