A tale of a child who found no shelter,
a roof over her head but nobody who would care.
a chair to sit in but nothing to lean on;
sorrowful, barren and withdrawn.
In a world of color, she is a gray soul;
a vision of innocence but a being of adversity,
her only wish is to belong,
but nobody could hear her moan.
The sun sets before her while she cried;
she hugged her self,her tears as cold as ice.
her face, a mirror of hardship;
and her eyes kept an unsung story.
A girl who couldn't find her people,
her sigh she kept untold;
her hand planted weeping,
in her heart, pain in keeping.
on doors she knocked,
wishing somehow she could talk;
but eyes brushed past,
nobody would listen.
Misunderstood, unforgiven,
estranged in her own land,
unknown and forsaken;
And in her room, everything took a halt.
Her world stopped turning,
her heart stopped beating,
her body went numb,
he senses went cold;
But the clock traveled on as she took her life,
nobody noticed, nobody cared,
a girl,so lost, tried hardly to escape.
And though she could've been saved,
In that room, a suffering soul's journey ended.
But nobody noticed, nobody really cared.
