She's down to earth with
Flourished tears flooding
Her face
Not seen in the lights
They're only visible under her roof
She doesn't talk, speak, raise
She's just self centered, in cries.
The floor under her roof
Is *****, with litter floating
On tears
With written papers that have
Never had any other person's sight
A load of odour smell flash
From the unwashed dishes, deep.
She doesn't smile nor laugh
Her moments filled with hallucinations
She's got a craving for death
As she thinks she deserves not
The next day, not even today
Depressed, suicide driven
Facing her dream bed, six feet down.
