The dark void opened into her heart
like a striking blow on the head by a hammer.
It felt so shattering and heart wrenching
that she cried out boistrously
---echoing through the desolate place
where she would lay for hours on end,
trying to find her soul in pitch black night.
Lonliness was what she always felt,
always dealt with.

Nothing could ever change her,
nothing could ever bring back her beautiful soul,
and nothing could bring back a smile on her stoic face
that seemed ashen when looked upon.

Many would shun her,
many would just take pity on her
--yet do nothing to help her,
nothing to bring her spirits up again.
All seemed lost---all seemed hopeless.

This was her life, this was her blood,
and this was her true soul--death---dark void---

meaningless life
Nothing could help her....no one even tried----
So this is an echo of a broken soul...
Trying to find her way back into her body...
ever lost, ever--forgotten.