Black as night
Empty as space
No one for miles
An empty house
One ray of light
The sound is dead
The little flame is almost gone
To keep it alive
A fire must start
Deep in the depths
Of the cold damp heart
Tired is she for her heart it longs
To find the place she belongs
There is little hope
Less time
Then she cries to sleep every other night
Feeling worthless she remains STRONG
For her fight all day long
Bullies who bully
Parents who judge
She fears there’s no one to love
But one little spark remains in her heart
Along with the mind that’s tearing her apart
Mind set to fear heart to loyalty
There is no one near but the one she held dear
He is gone in the past
For she must release
The thought that troubles her deep
Writes poems and songs to keep her sane
She’s emotionally unstable
She has wars with her self
She views herself worthless
The only few she believes are near and far
Chris in heaven
Mother afar
Couple of teachers maybe two or three
She fears herself whom she thinks she is lonely
She prefers the cold
Loves the dark
But longs for the fire that will never start