The Queen of Broken Hearts

In a dark forest, she sits in despair,
Wondering of life, how things seem unfair.
This is the place the creators left behind,
Here she can sit, alone with her mind.
Here there is no joy, and there is no pain.
There is no sunshine, and never any rain.
She can't feel the cold, she can't feel the heat,
She can't feel the ground raging under her feet.
This is the place, the world has never shown,
The place hidden, where the wind has never blown.
This is safe, she can't feel nothing here,
She can hide from the world, simply disappear.
She is wearing a silky, greenish dress,
She use it for them, but there's no one to impress.
On her head there lies a peaceful crown,
But the man she dressed up for never came around.
She can sit alone here, here she can stay,
Her soul is ripped to pieces, no words left to say.
To go to the world, the must find the parts,
But until then, she remains the queen of broken hearts.