Her life is gone.
Her hope in shambles.
Her dreams have crumbled.
What is there to say?
Not much, I’m afraid.
It’s a bitter death to a harsh growth.
Left abandoned by her supposed friends.
Left hanging onto nothing, drifting to and fro.
Left crying in a corner, invisible to the world.
She thought this was it,
Where she could find some friends.
But always it’s a lie, another stumbling block.
There’s not a drop of life in her.
There’s not a hope to be found.
There’s not a dream to be spared.