lost

The time has come the walrus said to speak of many things...

I have a tale to tell a story not so easy it seems

a lost girl in a world of pain and despair

a circlular motion picking up momentum.

no matter how she tries she can't seem to reach the top

Her heads underwater, fighting to survive

one fresh breath of air, yet deeper and deeper she sinks.

can it be true is it all right

she is the burden the cold and broken worthless soul

only meant for pain and sorrow

Her best isn't good enough

Shes steady trying all while slowly dying inside

How did she fall into this abyss?

Could they be right she merely deserved it?

Words burned onto her soul

Stupid fucking bitch, whore, what the fuck is wrong with you?

oh so much more.

life wasnt always so cold, there was a time of sunshine and laughter

until life began to chip at her soul

You are incapable of being loved.

Losing grip of reality, believing their versions.

Whats real and whats not?

so lost in confusion.

A steady illusion

Thoughts constantly swirling.

no ending in sight.

Lost so lost , its growing more dark.