If She Pleases

She sits, and she waits. She runs and contemplates her life.

She doesn’t know why, but she feels if cries that first time

That it won’t be the last. She holds on so tightly to the past.

And though she’s tried a thousand times,

She doesn’t know how to say goodbye and live in the now.

She’s struggling to survive; every breath she takes is one closer to the end.

She wishes for the day she can stop pretending. What happened to her happy ending?

She doesn’t know how to stop a feeling, now that it’s there.

She’s tried; she’s held on and she’s cried.

She just doesn’t know why she is alive.

Each step she takes is in the dark,

One that shows her mark inside.

No, she’s not dead -- her spirit is alive.

She tries to escape the madness inside.

She tries to make the best of a situation that makes her cry.

And so she breathes; she does it now with ease.

She says, “I can do this, if I please.”

And so she does.