delusional disillusions

She kneels on the floor, head bowed as the tears fall down her scarred face. Partially hidden by the shadows of the room, she takes slight comfort offered by the cloth of darkness encapsulating her. Shame and guilt mark her features, wrecking the innocence from her young face. She cries not only for herself but for the world that dealt her this hand of cards.

Her tattered thoughts hang precariously over the edge of insanity; one push and she will be lost forever. Looking up, she brings her haunted gaze on the wall in front of her and begins humming a tuneless song; its eerie dissonance calling out to the darkest souls.