The Suffering

Find me.
In the fog of this eerie woodland,
pacing around some broken thistles,
tearing at the scars on my mind,
knife in one hand, life in another,
circling a grim roundabout of pain...

Broken.
Against a leafless yew tree,
twisting and pulling at my auburn hair,
trying so hard to think of a positive,
a lonely girl with a tortured past,
it's only selfish if someone cares...

Alone.
Battling demons and losing,
abandoned from the hearts of blood kin,
no one wants to live feeling so numb and cold,
the knife slips and sets free the poison,
allowing the air carry my lost soul...