Untitled

A street with people
A sign with a name
A shop with some title
A arrow with a direction
A wrist with blood
A girl stands silent.

In the corner somewhere
Landed in a street somehow
A hour strikes sometime
Maybe someone will care
Someday or another

The crowd is blunt
A dull toned note
Of voices around her
Dark coloured clothes
Where is the summer?
Where is her longed for smile?

She feels the pain
Of when a person passes
"Please, help me
My wrists are bleeding"
It's like she's not even there
Is she even there?

This girl has no home
This girl has no soul
This girl has no feelings
This girl has no name
This girl is "Untitled"
And "Untitled" is me