Open that door, the one to your side,
The one through which you will find the beginnings to a jungle belonging to a girl,

The one with the blonde hair.

You see her tears as she cannot hide her fears, her worries.

She feels abandoned, all alone with nowhere to call home.
She packs her bags, barely stifling a goodbye, and cointinues with bleary eyes.
She hopes to suppress that pain. That searing in her every stride, that continuing pain in every lie.

But now she’s alone.