Rubbles.

No idea of what she's done, she always felt like she's broken inside. 

She hasn't gone through the worst of the worst, yet she is very very shattered inside. 

She cries again tonight.

Not sure what are the tears for, the urge to free them was sure. 

It's okay, at least she could cry herself to sleep tonight. 

And then she'll be alright. 

Will you?

Many nights she wonders,

Of all the people in the world, 

Who would actually miss her when she's gone? 

Like a piece of dust, she wanders,

And then gone.

With the wind.