Lonely.

She crys.
The girl.
The young girl.
All alone.
Nobody's helping her.
Nobody's stoping her tears.
There are no friends, no family.
Alone in the world.
She crys.
Night and day.
Her tears wouldn't stop falling.
Week to week.
Year to year.
She doesn't know how much time's over.
She's old.
An old woman still crying.
Her hair turned grey.
And shes alone.
Her life - nearly over.
So she has no hopes.
Her future is the death.
She knows it.
Because their's nothing to live for.
When she looks back, she only sees routine.
The same every day.
Endless tears.
But she doesn't want to cry anymore,
puts her life away.
Cry her last tears.
They will fade.
Like the memories belonging to her.
'cause, nobody has a memory.
She's forgotten.
Already.

Alt alt alt :>
(Und in 'nem grausigen Englisch. Wieso auch immer ich das in Englisch geschrieben hab Oo.)