Pale she was
With not a lot to move on
With a sadly face
With her hand on chest
Putting pressure to make it rest
But it didn't helped that well
It would be too desperate
She blinks and tweeks
With a perverse look
Only thing she had
Was a sickness, illness, disease that would spread out.
As it always works
The same routine for hours
She can't even go outside
To hang out with her friends and play around
She was always alone
Barely ate somewhat
But it wasn't enough
She would die slowly
It even hurts to look around
But she was alone in that place
A house that she would call broken home
There was nothing she could do
To save herself from dieing
It was planned
It was like her future
She had to disappear
To be gone was her goal
Till that vigorous day
She had to be sitting at the edge
Then let herself go..
To fly away from home..
