The alarm clock rings its last warning.
As golden rays await her
Another day in passing.
Alas, the poor girl, never saw it coming.
A final drop from the coffee machine
Terminating any remnants of sleep
Four slices of an apple
And she’s already on her feet
Now the burning ball of embers
Has finally risen to its tallest.
Whilst the sodden fifteen year old girl
Has barely bitten into her chocolate.
The bench, her only companion
A book, her only distraction
The thump of a strangers footsteps
She says is her relaxation.
The light is now long gone,
The shadows have reappeared.
Her cheeks now sunken in
After all of these years.
The mirror tells a different story
As she looks upon it in fear.
Eyes that were once vibrant with life
Now hollow and riddled with tears.
The stars’ have disappeared
But the darkness keeps her hidden.
A girl with no friends,
Isn’t it sad to be this woman?
If only they had known
The power of their words,
The consequences of their actions,
Would she still be here?