She walked to the end of the pier to

Look below at all that had transpired 
Between t h    .    e m
It had been many years of this conversation 
Walking towards a conclusion with hesitation 
Looking at a response of implied invalidation
As she solemnly stared at the murky water
Considering calmly what she would slaughter 
It felt as if she had cut off her hand and
Unknowingly robbed herself of grasp
Still, she performed her soliloquy 
Disappointed by silence instead of finger snapping 
Then she Bitcoined her grievances 
And bribery failed at being attention grabbing
Finally she accepted it was her fate
As the cold, steel knife came swiftly stabbing
It was all in vain and full of pain 
So finally at the midnight hour
With wet eyes and shaky thighs
She relented to her anger
Acknowledged the danger of
Slowly letting friend became stranger
Later people would ask
Why she walked the pier that day
She would answer softly
Polite thoughts were killing
Her joy became top billing
And she was no longer willing 
To keep being the blarney stone 
If she was left behind to survive
                                                                         alone