A question of existance

Into the blizzard
she is shoved
now its clear
shes not loved

mix up words
fly round her face
a broken promise
she tries to chase

a patch of ice
no way around
she tries to run
they push her down

slowly she sits
and begins to wait
for the rain
she used to hate

a drop on her arm
red washes away
she slits again
pain fades to gray

a warm embrace
brings her out of the cold
but thats just a memory
one thats to old

slowly she slips
into the dark
no tears are shed
no remarks

but as i look
that sad girls me
and now i wonder
what are we?