I regret
everything I've done
No one cares what I think.

Black tears stain my cheeks.

The sobbing I cannot hide.

My dark hair is smooth to touch.

Silky.

I wear the torn, battered dress.

It's grey.

LIke rain clouds before a storm.

My arms are scarred;

My dreadful experience is imprited on my body.

My mind is thinking about everything that just happened.

Thoughts are whirling around

in my brain.

Nothing could heal my pained, shattered soul.

The sorrow and grim feeling of a storm

is equivilent to my emotions.

I sit in a puddleof my tears.

No one wanted me.

That's why I'm crying now.

My heart is broken

battered

tortured

bleeding.

But I knew I would approach

death soon.

It seem satisfing.

That I wouldn't have to deal

with everyone anymore.

But I don't.

Instead I remain in the corner of the stone room.

Forlorn and miserable.