End Of The Line

One voice inside to another says "I've got
 more problems than us both". But that's
 so sick to call life a problem that has its needs
 and needs to be solved. she thinks it over
 while her satin black mane waves perfectly
 over one eye. she sits cross-legged doubled
 over as if she's clutching a child waiting to die.
 Is it worth it? If you want to find peace at the
 end of the road I promise I'll be there. Her
 heart has no bearing a weak sense of
 directions and things take too long to register.
 Listen to regrets, at long last she's released
 his love. And the front door haunts her.