Being alone

No more strength to give
no more will to live
she has fallen down
only thing left is a frown
fell down from the sky
god will not let her fly
out in the dirt and mud
no longer a flower bud
its hard being alone
its cold chilling to the bone
its hard to be strong
especially all night long
alone with your thoughts
while your mind gently rots
negativity comes slowly
and you begin to mutter lowly
i am on the ground
i will never be found
no one will ever see
ever see the real me
i would through my heart and soul
into a black hole
just for someone to see me
someone to see the real me...