A never ending pain;

Her sorrow hits the ears of those around her,
Her blood is shared with her tears,
She in the dark is her only fear,
And she wishes for the darkness to never occur.

The black smoke consumes her,
The shadow screams in her ears,
And the night is the worst as when it begins,
As, all her senses are interfered

She sits in the middle of her room,
It is only her bed that it consists of,
Her light remains on as she wallows in her own sense of doom,
What will she become?

She is a hermit,
She is paranoid,
She is afraid.

So to rid herself of pain...

She cuts herself,
But no matter how deep the lunge,
No matter how long she bleeds,
She doesn't die,
So she is left in her blood to cry,
Where she mixes her sorrows,
She bellows,
"Why, won't the lord let me die?
Why won't he end my never ending pain?"

A sinister voice is in her head,
"It's because, you are no longer with those you love,
You killed yourself in your bed,
Do you not remember?"
But she does,
She strung herself on her mother's good sheets.
Then why am I stuck in this never ending patch of pain,
Why do my tears flood, like rain?
Why am I always defeat?
The voice replies, "Well,
It is because, my dear, this is hell".