House full of people, the girl sat. 

The girl with the empty heart. 

Waiting, scared of everything. 

Waiting, for her broken heart to break,

Shattered soul to shred,

Twisted smile, unable to keep up

Feeling empty, why?

People, busy living lives

But, she stares and waits. 

For her broken heart to break. 

Honey, this is called depression. 

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