She is broken
She is torn
She is rattled
Her beauty has yet to be unraveled
She sits by the broken window
awaiting her turn to dwindle
Afraid, alone, and scared
because no one seemed to have cared
She swings her legs by the broken glass
remembering her horrible past
Everything seemed to happen so fast
Her eyes close shut hearing a scuff
The world beomes a blur
the night never seemed so pure
Her fragile body falls
as the crickets by window sill call
The ground now her friend
her dead body lay bent
That broken window helped her to the end
