Like a empty room in a abandoned house
She was silent
Her thoughts were loud
The wind screams through out her logic

Why does she stay; if she can’t live
Why does she live; if she has to stay

Can she make it much further
She would smoke a cigarette just to feel her mother’s lungs in her
Coughing and pretending it burned
because she missed the sound of her living.
In the end she was alone again.