The Way She Left

She's all alone
In the world.
No where to turn.
All by herself.
She wants to go home,
But where can that be?
She lays broken inside
Herself every night.
Her dreams are nothing
But empty darkness
With a single window in the
Distance, that pours
The moon light onto
A cold unforgiving floor.
She can't reach it
To escape herself.
She's her own worst
Enemy. She surrendered
To make her feel something.
She's become numb,
To the sound of trees,
To the warmth of the sun,
To the wind whispering
It's name to her.
She hides scarred wrists
Of haunting memories,
Burnt roses,
Blue tears,
and lack of love.
She finds release,
Puts the gun to her heart,
Then pulls the trigger.
No blood.
Ashes fall to the ground.
Broken butterflies with torn wings
Gently send her ashes to the wind
That whispers
"Goodbye..."