To Sunny.

She sits alone in a snowy parking lot. No one there to comfort her. No one by her side when she needs them the most. Her body is cracked and broken. Stripped of color and lively hood. She feels lost in a sea of scrap metal and unwanted souls. She knows not what her future holds. It’s uncertain if she’ll make it out alive. She sits and waits. No shelter from the elements. No cover from the wind. She sits and waits to be judged and saved, if they chose to save her. She sits and waits. She suffers for mistakes that others made and takes the brunt of the injury. She is a warrior, she is my hero, and regardless of the outcome, she will always be a part of me and I will always love her. <3

-BlairieLouHoo.

Written January, 2011.