The Pitch Black.

She's currently falling to her death.
The desire to hasten things is evident.
She stopped caring the day she took your hand.
She says a little prayer and does a little dance.
She relishes in the pain.
Thankful, someone sees her.
Spinning off into a disastrous world.
It's so dark there.
She's so gone because she knows she belongs there.
Quick to leave you alone and wish you weren't there.
She closes her eyes and wishes you away.
She closes her eyes and wishes you would stay.