As she'd sit in a dark room all day
Her bones would waste away
And the sun behind the curtains
would dim in January
She wouldn't let herself sleep
Her clothes piled up in a heap
Like her thoughts would
in the early May
It was the early hours of the morning
in which she lay still
and silent
everything was dead quiet
But in her mind she screamed
and yelled out her pleas
as the tears streamed down her face
And it went lke this, for as long as she could remember
Until she took her mother's pills in September
And they just found her there
slumped over in her chair
And that was the coldest December
that anyone could remember.
