Tired, cold exhaustion,

She fleets the morning call,

Been too long since she had a friend,

So long now since her fall,

Irreverence much easier,

Than trying to conform,

Where being odd and different,

Seems now to be the norm,

Poetically misled,

She dreams of having hope,

Where once again she’ll feel a part,

Not fall apart, she’ll cope,

‘Til then the liquid dreams, of sunshine gleams,

Are drunk just to get by,

Her exhaustion drains, her daily pains,

With hope lost soon, she’ll die.