All alone

It was 3 am, past midnight, she layed alone in her bed,
Headphones put on her ears, a million thoughts running in her mind.
Tears streamed down her eyes, as she sobbed silently.
The people who were sleeping by her side, couldn't hear her cry.
Even if it was past 3 months, she couldn't get away,
Her dreams, her hopes, have gotten burned to thousands of ash.
From an early childhood, she grew up,
Believing in her dream,
She even worked overtime to make everything perfect.
So how did everything go wrong? Where did it end?
How did she understood she won't be what she wanted to be?
She lays in her bed, heaving with sighs and silent cries.
The tears help her remember she was a soul,
Who was now, all alone.
                                                                 ~humera