She lives on what she hears from the news.
Upset everyday, and haven't any clues.
She hears what she wants to hear and not what is really there.
The voices get louder, how she lives in fear.
She wipes the sweat from her face of what we call is tears.
Nobody really cares.
Maybe someday if she makes the news,
She will be remembered, with nothing to lose.
Her pain subsides every now and then.
Here she pops more pills, again and again.
She hopes that one day she won't wake up.
If can happen if she pops to much.
Her family had disowned her many years ago.
It's to bad they never loved her so.
Now carrying out this pain on her own.
She is used to being alone.
Everyone that tried to care for her had left and never came back.
Because of her ignorance and politeness she lacked.
So dying by herself
Is what this life is about.
Someday she may make the news,
But for this to happen, she will have to lose.
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