A soul lost, in the void to stay

A grey room filled with nothing that felt the same

A someone who never cared anyways

A combination that would keep them all at bay

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to do anything like that.

Is what she would cry, but it would fall to deaf ears.

Her voice would echo, but nothing else would reply back.

Only, if she was lucky, a purple fellow would swing on by.

To give her gifts. And that was what would keep her happy.

But then he stopped coming. Not even on Christmas.

Please, tell me, did I really deserve this?