She walks through the meadow
Her once favorite spot
At a time it was beautiful
Now a vacant lot
She lies on the grass
Surrounded by flowers wilted dry or dead
Weeds have overgrown here
Just like the thoughts in her head
The flowers droop here
Just as her tired eyes do
Endless nights with no sleep
Desperate for something new
She tugs at the roots
Screaming as she pulls
The tears running down her cheeks
Feeling empty as the pain dulls
-LM
