Lonely that's all she ever felt. No one there to hold her when she cried,
no one to tell her it would all be okay. Laying here in this cold space she thought about ending it all, having no more lonely nights. But even in her darkest times, the thought never became more than just a thought. As she lay here staring up at the sky, she thinks about how it looks like a large black blanket covering the earth. No stars present. Just darkness like her soul. Once again she's alone. All alone.

m:h