Has she come back?
I scream, nobody hears. My eyes, flooded with tears. Pounding, pounding the door. Exhausted, fall to the floor. Why is it that no one can see? How hard does it really have to be? Aren't I special, aren't I enough? Isn't it worth it, is it that tough? I inhale, look for the quiet. I exhale, hold back the riot. I listen, give me the message. I regard, show me the passage.