The sun

The sun may be burning her skin but she cannot feel it break through the cloudy darkness,
She is so far down,
Away from the love and light she so desperately needs for her life t mean anything,
Many may say she is everything,
She is an angel...
When she has thoughts of death and slits her wrists,
No angel has ever graced her soul,
But close to an evil that whispers in her ear,
That she is worthless,
Her only option is to take her own life to subside the pain,
The sun may sting her eyes but she is far from feeling its warmth...