Cut off,
Cut in,
DESTROYED,
by souls.

Her tear stains, too much to bear
her wrists, no longer there
Her head in the grey clouds,
looking for light,
but drowned out, by the cold, painful night

looking for love,
she'll NEVER find it
no more happiness, just indescribable feelings,
bitter, painful, UNBEARABLE days..
herself as her own enemy, and she's losing the battle
Lucifer is coming to take her home, she had always expected this...
anguish, pain, agony... are not new
but how can she ever be happy? if it isn't possible for her to run away from herself?

don't tell her the answer! she doesn't deserve it!
treat her as she would treat herself,
let her believe that you AREN'T there for her
leave her DYING, CRING, REACHING OUT,
to only find that she is DROWNING in her own MISERY.