withering at the sound

Dwelling on her own worst fears

listening to her heart pound

Looking in the mirror through torn eyes

she watches it all fall apart

So many utterly worthless tries

wasted on a broken heart

She sits alone on the empty floor

begging for someone to comfort her

She stares at the motionless door

wishing for it to stir

She hides away from all she seeks

thinking she'll never make it

She turns away afraid and meek

not moving from where she sits

Now it's hard to move from this spot

she has often called her safe haven

She sits and waits while her heart rots

until finally she gave in