The Unmended Soul

In the mist of the storm she lays on the floor as she tries to focus on her intake of breath.
She feels her heart break and prays for it to mend,
and when the mending doesn't occur she starts to feel the dread.
Reality strikes her and just like that she cringes in the pain of all her lost and hidden feelings.
Like a knife to the chest the storm of terrible emotions hits her,
worse then the rageing storm she is still sitting in.
She throws back her head and hits it against the ground hoping that maybe,
just maybe it will overpower the pain inside of her still unmended soul.

The unmended soul is a powerful thing.
Some people are amazed at how it makes you act, but not me.
No I understand it perfectly.
To be so selfish that you want to end everything.
To spare yourself and not think of others is easy to do,
but the strongest person will hold out for their natural end.

In this end they meet their fate, which was a very undeserved,
a punishment if i may state,
because this thing they were forced to take,
and make last
was a path just as terrible for them to be cast.

This person may hide their pain away,
and remake the same mistakes,
but inside they are slowly dying, and cringing in pain.
Thanks to everyone else this poor person is suffering,
but no, this one must stay strong their entire life long.
Nobody can help them through this state of brokeness that will last till their well earned end.

Well, now we come to the soul's unmended and the gaping hole that must be filled.
For in this field a girl still cries her tears that should not have fallen all night.
In her mind she screams at herself for wanting to leave,
but she knows that truly she agrees that its time this misery is put to an end.

So she cries, sufferings of the unmended soul.

She cries the tears that shouldn't have to fall.

She cries because she still fights for her family,
and her friends,
but most of all,
she cries for herself because she fears her broken soul will never mend.