Whispers traveled the corridors,

Anxiety filled the air -

And there in the corner, she lay

As fine as a porcelain,

With skin as cold as ice.

 

Nobody dared to approach

But anyone could see,

The pills that lay nestled -

Within the palm of her hand.

 

And in the midst of all the tension,

The silence seemed to overwhelm -

Those who looked on wanted to run,

They wanted to forget -

Because there in the corner, she lay

As fine as a porcelain -

With a smile as serene as the clouds.