She closes herself off,
to the world,
to the people who love her,
to herself.

She reaches inside herself,
with one small, trembling hand,
to grasp what’s left of her soul
and discovers nothing left.

So she retreats inside herself,
with the darkness for company.
She retreats inside herself,
with no one to help her.
She retreats inside herself,
and blocks everything else away.
She retreats inside herself,
and blames herself
for all the mistakes in the world.
Her world becomes black and white.

She’s wasting away, little by little.
She’s crumbling into pieces,
little bits of her floating
every which way.

She can no longer hear the world anymore.
She can’t even hear herself.
She can no longer see the spiraling colors of the world anymore.
She can no longer see herself.
Her world becomes black and white.

She disappears inside herself,
with no mind to come back out.
She waves one last goodbye to the world,
and slams the door,
and locks herself in,
and throws away the key,
not bothering to see
where it landed.
Her world becomes black and white.

She cries invisible tears
and shouts silent screams,
to the injustice in the world.
To the cruelness she knows all too well.
To the ugliness of people she once trusted.
To the fading beauty she once loved to see,
but cannot see anymore.