Release

Small hands tremble all the time.
At night it clenches like its holding a blade, ready to finish it all.
Her mind races with the pain she has for years.
Salty water leaks through her eyes smearing her black make-up.
The more she cries the more she grows unstable.
Ready for the final blow to the heart that will relief her from the pain.
If only she grew to accept light to pierce the darkness around.