Problems of Her Life

She lays sobbing on her bedspread,
crying out her angst through tears,
stress piled up inside her head,
troublesome worries induced by fears.

Each day in her life tantamount to a chore,
often unwilling to arise out of bed,
desparately hoping for something more,
unable to solve the tangled thoughts in her head.

Decoding a life so terribly whirled,
detremental to her own health,
she's always protecting herself from the world,
or shielding the world from herself.

Incapable of fixing the wrongs in her mind,
searching for any plausible way,
the cure for her problems is what she can't find,
will anybody save this girl? Maybe someday.