She <- insert sad face here.

She sits here,

She is alone,
Her hair is wet and it needs a comb.
She is tired,
the mirror told her it saw the bags under her eyes.
she was up reading
she didn't care about the time.

She woke up quiet
trying to remember her dream,
something about china
or so it would seem.


she skips breakfast,
reading some more,
then crawls to the computer
and turns facebook on.
1 notification,
not even about her.
1 person is on,
oh wait not anymore.



Her father and mother and brothers are gone,
what shall she do
the day is so long.
so she starts writing her book,
chapter 17.
where she talks to a boy
with messy black hair,
and lavender eyes,
all mysterious and dancing,
wait he said something,
now they are laughing.


as she clicks the 'save' and then the 'x'
she thinks about what to do now,
oh wait the phone starts to ring.
it is only her mother just checking on things
She tells her to clean,
with a big big please.
so she starts cleaning the kitchen
sighing away then the floors she is sweeping
sweeping away.

she watches some TV,
then switches it off,
then goes and has a shower,
to clean herself up.



later she starts singing
as loud as she can,
there is no one to stop her or tell her she's bad.
She sings letting her emotions run wild.
then stops looks out the window,
and sighs feeling bad.

so back to the computer she totters away
hoping there would be someone there to 'make her day'
but alas no one is on,
great yippee
so she reads some blogs,
and starts to fell weird.
a familiar sadness is back,

Oh no.
So now she sits here
writing this poem,
and inside is a sadness
that she has always known.

don't worry there no tears
it is all inside,
there is no rain falling from her eyes,
again she looks out the window,
out into the sun.
wishing for that world
where she can Escape and Run...