She walks toward the light as she hangs her head,
The sounds get louder as she lays in the bed.
She weeps aloud but no one around can hear,
She longs for a soothing sound in her ear.
The pain inside keeps growing and growing,
While the tears in her eyes show no signs of slowing.
Her hand reaches for a bottle of pills nearby,
In her mind there is no question of why
She is doing what is about to be done,
Her face seems the saddest under the sun.
But the echoes of a time long past come,
The whispers in her ear are but a hum.
She drops the bottle of pills on the floor,
And closes the large, still opened door.
She grabs her favorite pillow in her small hands,
And smashes it to her face while thinking of far off lands.
The tears keep flowing down her red cheeks,
While she hopes for help in the coming weeks...