She looked at herself unsure of what she was doing anymore

and her worthlessness became two-fold bringing doubt

and self-loathing

It was a relentless march as people disappeared

She wanted to tell people so bad of her suffering

but yet remained silent, burying herself deeper

Days darker, and weeping in strange times

Before bed, in the shower, driving.

It’s all the due to the abandonment 

The lacking of 

Love.