Ten.
She climbed mountains
For a promise of so very little
But got less
Nine.
She was fine with less
Drunk on the comfort
Of her fake dreams
Eight.
Fake hope crawled in next
A hope that screamed it's death
But she wouldn't listen
Seven.
She did, however, listen
To all sorts of problems
That got nothing on hers
Six.
What else was hers anyway?
She was smart enough to pity her mirror's reflection
But too weak to break it and risk years of misfortune
Five.
Whether it was misfortune or destiny
Her eyes were often suspiciously shiny
From seeing the same sad movie over and over again
Four.
Over and over again she went about her days
Snuffed by the things she did alone
Hoping someone would knock on her cocoon's door
Three.
Knock and say "I care about you,
your Majesty, I love you even
You're the one who makes it easy."
Two.
You'd be surprised how much easier it is
To dig than it is to bury
And how much harder to bear
One.
No matter how hard it gets
She'd never really leave
Not while there's still crap for her to hold
And **** for her to bury
Not while she has the will to carry an empty space in her heart for the precious nothing she needs so deeply.

But what when she reaches Zero?