Even when she speaks, she's weak, 
Faded from the lack of sleep, 
Crowded by the loneliness of space
Wasted with unwritten ink in her back pocket sinking
Just echoes in her mind
Spinning in circles defined by the past we live
Forgetting the distance of right and wrong 
Before your kindness was wealthy
And your drug abuse was healthy
Replaced by your ways of killing
Swinging on your porch 
Still smiling
Whats there to do when you stop crying