There she lies, bruised and broken.
Pondering the words she could have spoken.

How much more could she take?
She held on, for her family's sake.

But soon her grasp on life grows weaker.
She tries to flee the ones that seek her.

Alas, they find her; they always do.
She feebly fights; this is nothing new.

They hurt and scorn and strike and mock,
She wearily fastens her heart's cold lock.

The darkness grows, approaching faster,
She prepares to obey her ruthless master.

But then, a light makes its face shown.
What is this? How could she have known?

The light extends a hand, a joyful smile.
She accepts, for the first time in a while.

The light is a person not defined by gender.
They are a friend who becomes the girl's heart-mender.

The girl feels hope for the first time ever.
The two form a bond no one can sever.

And that, my friends, is the story of:
The girl who had her heart mended by a friend's love.

Love ya, Grey. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
-Av