She sits in a corner surrounded by despair
its dark and its clammy and she coughs in the air
the darkness consumes her and she doesn't care
She doesn't care about anything
the world doesn't care if she is crying
it doesn't care if she's dying
She slides down the wall and lays in the floor
its coldness freezes her to the core
she doesn't bother to pull herself up, its just another chore
A rain drop falls on her broken face
she feels around for comfort but all she feels is empty space
but then she feels something hard but is was an old abandoned empty case
she pulls it close to her then puts it under her head
it will serve as her pillow since she has no bed
as she lays there she thinks of the life she has led
her childhood had been rough
adolescence had been tough
and once she reached adulthood she had had enough
