So It Is Life

She sit and wonder as the sadness rolls in happiness ends, the new path begins the fade of there insults still play in her mind the face of innocence but there words not so kind with tear streaked face, she is hollow inside writing brings relief but how much time can it bide? she has the face of calmness as she curls on her bed but the turmoil of emotions run wild through her head her dreams disturbing, she awakes restless instead through college she works but her eyes are like led no happiness inside, no peace can be found her emotion too strong, her mind does it bound is this the curse of writing? is this what it brings the dull ache of misery? or the lonely stings she is with her friends yet she feels so on her own sinking in through her skin and down to her bones anxiety and stress is it just part of the bridge? or is it too much will she fall of the ridge? the pain too much she wants to leave this life the agony too much overflows to the knife.