afternoon grief

she tries and she tries

call everyone that is matter to her

she cries and she cries

no one pick up her phone

she lies and she lies

in her own bed she surrender

she dies and she dies

her soul feels nothing when the body is all grief

she hopes that she can fly

somewhere, someplace, she might be.

no one care, no one even look up,

no one is.. there for her, for a lonesome chick.

Alifia Andhika 01.49 pm