A lost soul

Her eyes are red
from the tears
that shes cried
she still not sure why
cant seem to make it
she sad as can be
sometimes she wishes
she was dead
as she holds a gun
to her head
she gets so mad
its kinda sad
when she grabs a blade
cuts her wrists
look at the marks shes made
she wants one finally cut
to let her pain bleed away
maybe shed be dead
the next day
she has no one to help her
she just alone
in this world
its not that hard
to see the pain
she breaks down and cries
long hours of the night
wondering how she ended up
in this horrible fight
maybe someday
she will find her way
but until then she just a lost soul
trying to make it through life..

*so this is my newest poem..i need a title for it so comment on it and tell me what u think a god title will be thanks*

Bridget