"I'm tired," she said,

As her head fell to the cold tile.

Once strong and brave,

She had fought so long.

This is not life.

Will they miss me?

A strange fear,

For a dwindling soul.

But still a nagging thought,

For the lonely mind.

And now...

Well this road is new,

Some have maps,

But others just hope for more.

Anything better than this.