One Press

* While writing this poem I was crying because a lot of emotions were going on but I had to let it out through this poem.* One Press! Is all it will take. One moment and blood will start dripping. Slowly down her face. Blinding her from the world's beauty. Then cutting her off from the magic of sound. She will feel it slowly going down her body, As her heart starts beating slowly. Soon there will be no life in a life worth living. In one moment her life will have changed because she choose the easy way out. When the answer was right in front of her. All she had to do was look out the window, And up at the sky. The answer was go to the light. That is where the help button was all along.