• Wallowing in self pity,
    Contemplating her demise,
    She's lost within herself once more;
    Her shell's a mere disguise.

    No one knows what she sees;
    Her voice whispers into the wind.
    Would she find what she had sought
    Or is her search a sin?

    She did the best she could
    Despite what others said;
    Her soul had paid the price for that
    So is she good as dead?

    Twisted dreams and bitter words
    Taunt that bit of peace;
    She had made this living hell,
    She, alone, could make it cease

    Something burning deep inside
    Strives her to sustain
    That life which withers from within
    So that she can feel pain.

    Though pain she has, yet cannot feel
    Takes her body away,
    Her name shall forever live on,
    A memory of today