She is alone
Her weakened body lies in solitude
Begging to be held
Even just... even just touched
Her cheeks are stained with tears
Though no more will flow
There’s not enough of her left now
To feel, to cry
There’s a rough patch on her wrist
Where she’s scarred herself
Time and time again
Her heart pleading
For someone to care,
Someone unafraid of her scars
The wounds of terrible battles fought
But she no longer possesses any hope
That such a person exists