She sits in a dim-lit room and thinks,
She thinks of her family and friends,
She befriends the dark and dreary,
She drearily thinks of her life,
She lives only for herself,
She herself is unsure,
She unsurely prays for happiness to exist,
She exists in a world of crime and hatred,
She hates what will come next,
She next thinks of the after life,
After life, is there anything?
Anything that could save her from her own thoughts,
She again thinks of everyone she loves,
She loves her own pain,
There is no escaping the pain,
It is all around us.
