This girl and her friend

Her life was down hill from the start.
More then unfulfilled dreams broke her heart.
It was the nullified life of impossibilities staying impossible.
The only thing that satisfied her thirst was the innocence of youth.
Soon she became lonely. The moist blood from her wrists drained into a booth.
All the sadness in this world never could hoist her. She balled her fists.
Madness coursed though her veins, as she beat this booth.
Craziness flooded in as the strains of the pile of blood found the seat.
The bloodiness of heart was so clear but never seen. Loneliness did file her down.
No one had the boldness to offer a hand.
With no dreams that can come true, a future bleak then the dark sky and a constant glimmer of the loved past, she could not live.
Her friend knew not what to do. He tried to seek help but like an aardvark he was frowned upon.
She seemed so happy; he must be lying trying to discredit her.
Tell me is crust the same as lava?
She said she must die when she could no longer take the seconds.
Trust in her he gave and said what ever makes you happy.
They had worked hard to save her, and if it takes longer she didn’t want to wait.
With black circles under their eyes, she took a knife to her wrists.
He held her so, he warmed her. He said if you insist.
She whispered, as the wind stormed, thanks, im sorry but all I promised you was five years.
His fears were realized and he mourned but he dismissed sad thoughts. She will be better of this way, at least now she dosint have to live another day.