She swings the door of her room open and locks it
And she throws everything to the floor

All she feels is missing

She lights a match and burns the candle
It sets the only glow in her house

She falls to her knees

Only in the bedroom can she let it all out
The tears flow freely and hysterically
Each has a cry of its own

The black shirt and hair
Bring out her glistening, pale face
In the orange of the glow

She holds herself tightly
Hoping to squeeze the pain out of her
Hoping to find some meaning in herself

A single, sorrowful drop
Lands into the flame
Killing her only source of warmth

In the unwelcoming darkness
It is so hard to see her wet and salty cheeks
Blackened with her running eyeliner