alone under the desk lamp
head on a book pile, eyes fluttering close
tears falling down, as loneliness
eats away at her soul.
strands of hair stuck on her cheeks
lips bitten red, quiet sobs echoing
is this the way it was supposed to be?

only searching for a light, a hint
something to guide her
towards the will to live she once had
because living was all
that she once wanted
is this the way it was supposed to be?

darkness taking over her mind
all signs of happiness once felt
disappearing, fading away
from the scars decorating her heart
is this the way it was supposed to be?

scared, frightened
panic churning inside of her
the whole world upside down
shaking fragile figure
it's so cold outside
the world never stops spinning, so fast
so fast. her missing pieces tumbling away
is this the way it was supposed to be?