Twisted, unsymmetrical
Curled into a ball,
Tainted, bloated
In the corner of a room.

Dust settles
Covers her facade
As she sleeps,
A dreamless array.

Beneath the layers
Her mind, portrays
She relapses into a world,
Surreal.

Mindless babble
Incomprehensible sorrow
She sleeps on,
Escaping the shadow .

Left in a corner
For years stuck in this state.
Her bones hollow,
Twisted out of shape.

She cried alone,
Now she cries no more
Her voice has fallen,
Fallen on them, deaf ears.