Dressed in all black; a ribbon in my hair. I'm sitting in the corner facing my despair. Shes lying there; going unnoticed. Dead in an instant; dying for a year. Her eyes blank but angry, solemn and empty. Will they ever notice she's lying there? Screaming voices, no choice, a slap in the face. She called out but no one answered and now shes lying there, dressed in all black with a ribbon in her hair, nothing to do but sit, drenched in her despair.