But

She used to smile
And her eyes would light up
But her grin has slowly dimmed

She used to laugh
A joyous melody
But her contented refrain is now gone

She used to have hopes
And dreams and goals
But now she simply exists alone

Sitting in the dark
Staring at the shadows
Hoping she’d just fade away

“Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.” ~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau