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
