Her heart felt as though it were sinking,
Her head as if she were drowning,
She sat in the room, completely unthinking,
She couldn't stop herself from frowning.
As she put her hand to her scars,
She couldn't remember what happiness was like,
It being as far as Mars,
Her eyes, staring off, were almost glasslike.
Behind her eyes were memories,
Ones that were so haunting,
As though they were her eternal miseries,
They beckoned to her and were exhausting.
She wanted happiness,
Craved it like a PMS-ing woman craves chocolate,
Her brain was emerged in fuzziness,
And her heart was a sinking stone.
