Sitting in the corner,
The darkness is too much,
But her energy is zapped,
To get up is about enough.
The dark bites her,
Bites her mind away,
But she doesn’t want to move,
Cocooned she’ll stay.
Can you hear her cry?
Though silent as the wind,
She hates it, her heart,
Her mind, Everything.
The nights are long,
Empty and cold,
As she sits still as ever,
Tears never getting old,
Sitting in the corner,
The darkness is too much,
Her cry’s are long, and silent,
As she longs for his touch.
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