Crumbling beneath
The boulders,
Of the burdens
On her shoulders

She sits collapsed
On the cold concrete,
Curled up under
A blanket of defeat

Between two kneecaps
clamped head,
Whilst leaning against
The lonesome bed

Tear stains
Mark her face
A painting of
Sheer disgrace

Silent screams
Over her plight
Echo through
The empty night

Knowing that No amount
Of pills and potions
Can cure her of these
Horrid emotions  

She clasps a knife
gasps for breath
Clings onto life
dreams of death

They have sight
But refuse to see
That writing is
Her remedy

Unable to fulfill
Her purpose
She feels utterly
Worthless...