She wakes each day to this miserable life

She wakes each day to this miserable life,
She styles her face to the normal blank mask,
Everywhere she looks she sees pain,
She begs for help from everyone, and yet she never asks.

This lonely girl distances herself from those around her,
Stops people from coming too close to her heart,
She puts up her shields against the outside world,
Praying it won't tear her apart.

She has but one love in this life,
This demon come from Hell to torment her,
Beaten and ripped apart,
She is left in a dream state to reminisce how things once were.

She begs each night for love from someone,
Strong and pure, the kind which is your world,
And yet, she knows deep down she will never get it,
Such wonderful things were not meant for this girl.

All she wants is someone in her arms,
Someone to hold her so tightly,
Someone to understand her pain, her sorrows,
Someone to hold her through those feelings nightly.

Instead, the feelings which become her world,
Are those of hate, depression and anxiety,
These feelings cage her and trap her,
Her prayers turn from being loved to just being free.

She prays each night that she will be released from this Hell,
That she will finally be given freedom and normality,
But, even as she screams her pleas, she knows it won't happen,
It was never meant to be.

When she drifts to sleep she tosses and turns,
As her head fills with the images that line the walls of her mind,
Eventually she will crack, she will break down,
Her soul will leave the body behind.

She wakes each day to this miserable life,
She styles her face to the normal blank mask,
Everywhere she looks she sees pain,
She begs for help from everyone, and yet she never asks...

© Copyright of Holly Nia Goodson

*ok, i'm not really sure where this poem came from, it doesn't really follow a set story or anything, it just sort of drifts from subject to subject. sorry. rating n comments still much appreciated*