Waiting

She's scared to look,
But she has to know.
If anyones there,
Or if she's truely alone.

She asks herself if she can pull through and fight,
Or if she's hurt herself enough,
To slip away and hide.

She wills herself forward,
Only to be blocked midway.
She falls back to her world,
Of sorrow and hate.

She stays behind and waits,
Waits for sunshine or darkness?
No one knows,
Because no one cares.

~Stephanie~