Same routine everyday
Get up, change, act fake and happy
Get home, cry, give up
She was a hollow soul
She didn't believe in hope
Hope was a fairy tail
One that would never some true
Vibrant, blue, shining eyes
Turned into a sunken, dull blue
One a bubbly, cheerful soul
Turned gray, dull, and hollow
She was a broken mind
A hollow soul
An abused body
A empty heart
She was beyond saving
She only has one question
Why?
