Empty

Kara stares into the distance.

She contemplates her very existence,

A life of papers and grades.

She almost laughs, as it all fades away.

Some people call this a midlife crisis,

Yet somehow, she is only seventeen.

And now it has come to this,

Empty of all she had been.

She stands upon a highrise,

Looking into the night;

Now she knows the end is nigh.