Unwanted

She is hurt, crippled.

Lying in her bed.

All alone, with feelings

No ones known before.

The scars left apon her

Are niether seen nor real

To anyone else, and hiding it

Isnt a chore.

She sees only greif.

It darkens her soul.

Only a speck of light,thats

All thats shown, nothing more.

That light is dimming,

As each second passes.

Till she turns to ashes.

And nevermore

Will she feel unwanted,

Dead, unseen and unheard.

Finally, when that happens,

When the light is shown no more.

She will be freed,

From the life,

And the soul,

That was torn.