Storms of anguish

In the depths of her weary mind, she resides,
A girl shattered by life's relentless tides.
No hope, no respite, just endless pain,
In a world where suffering is her only gain.

Emotionally scarred, her heart a barren land,
Tainted by the touch of a cruel, calloused hand.
Abused and broken, she bears the weight,
Of a lifetime of torment, sealed by fate.

Anger simmers within her tired soul,
As she battles the demons that take their toll.
No solace in sight, no refuge to find,
In the depths of her despair, she's confined.

Her soul, a battlefield, torn and worn,
By the storms of anguish, constantly born.
Yet she rises each dawn, though weary and weak,
Determined to find the strength she seeks

She questions the heavens, in anguish and rage,
For the purpose of her existence, trapped in this cage.
"Why create me, just to suffer so?
Is this the destiny you wanted me to know?"

But the heavens remain silent, offering no reply,
As she screams into the void, tears in her eyes.
Alone she stands, against the torrential tide,
With no hope of salvation, no savior to guide.

Each day a struggle, each moment a trial,
As she fights to endure, her spirit defiled.
No happy endings in this tale of woe,
Just endless suffering, with nowhere to go.

So she wanders through life, a ghost of despair,
Lost in the darkness, consumed by her care.
No light at the end of her tunnel of pain,
Just the echoes of suffering, driving her insane.

Seems her weary soul will never find rest,
In the depths of sorrow, she's endlessly pressed.
Each day a struggle, each night a test,
Haunted by memories, she cannot divest.

Yet still, she fights on, though weary and worn,
Through the darkest of nights, and the bleakest of morn.
For deep in her heart, a flicker remains,
A whisper of hope amidst the despair's chains.