An emotionless pit of skin and bones
Sunken eyes and pupils made of stones
She can't hear the judgement or grief
silently she sits with stares of
Disbelief
she can't understand what she feels or
say what she thinks
Illiterate emotionally, unstable and drained of dignity
Sleeps so sound she can't even hear her
dreams
life continuously surrounds her;
yet she can't seem to slow down
she can't remember where the last place
her sanity was found
dug herself into the ground just struggling to breathe
too lost in her mind to find the time to grieve
An empty shell of the soul the she used to be.
And no one will be on the other side
*WAITING