she lays awake at night fearing the next day,
she wonders if the sky will remain all grey.

she stumbles out of bed,her stomach filled with dread.

she stares in the mirror hating what she sees,the thought of another day makes her weak at the knees.

Work starts in five "I'll call in sick", she grabs the bottle hoping for a kick.

She glances at the photos of him and her,now it almost seems like a blur.

Laying down in the bath she cries for him,But romeo isn't coming its now sink or swim.

She grabs a knife from beneath the bed,hopefully this time she'll end up dead.