Alone in this darkness, she who weeps,
in bedrooms and hallways
And ledges steep.
Calling out to all who would listen in pain.
A wasteland of tears always in vain.
Hope upon hope for someone to care.
Only to find that no one is there.
A shell of a life swallowed at birth.
Never allowed to show her true worth.
Wailing loudly until she is sick.
Misery that comes in waves of thick.
Invisible to all, never a first.
No one’s favorite, a persistent thirst.
Growing in emptiness, a wretched soul.
Stumbled and fell in the stygian hole.
Downward she tumbled, misstepped or shoved,
Into the pits of the bitterly unloved.
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