She wakes up,
puts on noise to try to,
brighten up the void,
in need to,
tell her what to do.

She listens,
tries to understand that,
maybe learn something that,
will help her live alright,
right?

And the words keep coming,
but the exhaustion weighs her down,

She eats hoping,
it will make a difference,
momentum vs. resilience

She lost one,
has trouble,
gains none,
from the other.

She's disappointed.
But so tired,
of being awake
and just wanting,
to dream.