Sitting there alone with laughter floating against the wind,

She cries with nobody to sit with and thoughts of sorry.

Tired of being like this,

A tortured expression and bleeding mascara.

Shaking from the cold as it grows dark.

Her hands begin to slow as the cold takes over them.

The drink consuming her and a headache growing.

Every fleeting day brings more pain and despair.

Her legs are shaking.

She is falling with no one to catch her.

What will she do when all hope is gone?

How can she move forward when you haunt her thoughts?

She's locking herself up.

Staying out of public's eye.

Slipping into her own mind.

Will someone be able to save her

Or will she be lost?

Gone from the world

She desperately tries to escape.