Lonely

In a big city is where she lived.

Cars, laughs and steps was everything everyone could hear.
From her 2 closest friends to the nice strangers on the street.
By people and noise, surrounded she would always be.
But even in the sunniest summer, in her finest moment, lonely she would only feel.

In a three room house is where she spent her days.

Not a single word from 3 to 9 would be spoken.
From her brother to her mother. From her dog to the silent neighbors.
By people and silence, surrounded she would always be.
But even in the coldest winter, in her saddest moment, lonely she would only feel.

No one to talk to, no one to hear.

All she ever listened were background voices waiting to be forgotten.
From the hope to the disappointment.
By dreams and pending tears, filled she would always be.
And even in the deepest pain, in her darkest hours, sad and lonely forever she would live.