She runs

She runs into the wilderness
Seeking help
Futile, her effort in screaming
No soul hears
No nice memories
Just A life of no meaning

In the batting of an eye
Her whole life changed
How the friendly world
Could suddenly be so strange?

Molested by the disguise of love
Who has she left that she may trust
The wounds on her skin
Medication may put right
But the wounds in her heart?
A lifetime’s carving

“Death”
– a silent answer
blows in the wind
but why
should she die?
When it was to live that she was born?

To her and million others
Life would be nothing more
Than a living deathA cursed soul