She sits,
she stares.
No one really cares.

She cries
through all her lies.
Her emotions are no longer sublime.

She's having their type of fun!
Wearing a bikini and partying under the sun!
No one notices how she looks at her stomach, claws it, and runs.

She says it as a fact.
You couldn't tell if it was an act.
No one notices her head turning back.

She runs!
She runs!
They see her going towards the sun!

She cries!
She cries!
Those are tears of joy coming out her eyes!

She's going faster!
And faster!
And faster!

She has finally reached the sun!
Her life is done.