Lost Soul in the Mist

Her broken soul is restless,
The night unforgiving.
She wears a mask more or less.
Her soul says to give up living.
The cuts on her arms;
No one seems to care.
She dreams of self harm.
She tries a prayer.
The thoughts are too much to bear.
A rope, a knife, or maybe a gun?
She can't stand the glares.
She tries to run...

It's time to rest, she shall be set free.
Her choice has given her glee.

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