Depressed.

Famous boys,
expencive toys,
Roaring through the city's halls.

Cutting friends,
no romance,
Havent even had her dance.

She sits away,
depressed from love,
Her soul mate is still gay.

So many reasons to hide,
climb in that bed,
Waiting for tears to shed.

A room with no tv,
he cant stay,
Chocolate is your therapy.

No more, no longer.