That day, she walked through the doors of the dead
And had all the souls rush into her head.
Each one told   a story of death and despair;
Taking one's life, losing one's pair.
Getting beat and dying at his feet.
She had to make it stop. She had to get away.
She needed hope that she could live her own life one day.
Yes she never got younger, for she was only human,
Every day spent living others' last in her head
All because she walked through the doors of the dead.