She sits in her room,
upon her empty bed.
She cries to the moon,
as pain fills her head.

It's the same old question,
the unanswered why.
It never seemed to matter,
how hard she would try.

She thought she had found,
some guidance to the light,
Yet she is alone in the dark,
on this bitter cold night.

How does she conquer,
her ways of surviving?
With hopes of change,
positively surprising?

How does she achieve,
such a dream like this?
How can she change,
feeling meaningless?

Her thoughts are empty,
in her moments of pain.
She doesn't understand,
this lifetime of a game.