She sits in darkness, all alone
Alone, away from everyone
Everyone who hated her
She sits and thinks, thinks of why
Why had her luck been so bad?

She let the darkness overcome her
Miserable, from everything that was nothing.

She sits and waits
Waits, for someone, anyone
For somebody that wouldn't hate her
Someone that might love her?
That would be something new for her
Something, that would never be
She knew, knew that no one would ever love her.

Alone, the way she would always be
In the darkness of her soul.

She decided once and for all
That she would end everything
Everything, everything that was nothing.

She didn't want to be alone
So she decided to change that
If no one liked her, if she had to be alone
Then she wouldn't.

She looks in the mirror and cries
Why did everyone have to hate her?
Why did they all have to not love her?
She doesn't know, she would never know

As she sits there, starring into the mirror
She says her goodbyes to herself, as she cries
Writes down, on a small piece of paper, she's sorry
She reaches in her drawer, for the last time, and
Pulled out the utensil she would use to end it all.

Before she does anything, she thinks some more
Thinks of everything that went wrong, and of
Nothing that went right in the end.

She cries some more, and takes a deep breath
Slowly the knife makes it's way across her wrist
Blood, slowly cascades down her arm
She then repeats this sequence with the other wrist.

Crying, she lays on the floor
Hoping, that someone would find her
Someone that cared.

No one came.

She died, died in a pool of tears.

Copyrighted by Rene - May 15th, 2002
Everything that was Nothing
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